Vermilioncore
life in turmoil
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You come home from work and your girl isn’t home.
You text her and she replies, “I’ll be home soon babe I’m at my friends house”
You say, “which friend?”
“Lol just one of my girlfriends”
“Send a photo of her.”
“Baby stop being paranoid I promise it’s a girl”
Then the replies stop. You wait, and wait. Getting drunk and talking to yourself.
Finally that familiar text message notification sound. You hurry to your phone and it’s a photo; a fat cock in your girls ass with the middle finger of some guy facing the camera. The caption reads, “sorry cuck, I’m fucking your girl”
You drop the phone and drive over to her location in a rush. When you arrive, she comes outside saying “it’s not what you think baby,”
You’re furious. You start cussing the guy out, but he walks toward you and knocks you on your ass and breaks your jaw and then takes his gun and puts 5 bullets into your fucking chest. You lie there bleeding to death as him and his homies run through your pockets.
Your girl looks at you as you die and says, “I’m sorry. You’re just not man enough for me”
The end
You text her and she replies, “I’ll be home soon babe I’m at my friends house”
You say, “which friend?”
“Lol just one of my girlfriends”
“Send a photo of her.”
“Baby stop being paranoid I promise it’s a girl”
Then the replies stop. You wait, and wait. Getting drunk and talking to yourself.
Finally that familiar text message notification sound. You hurry to your phone and it’s a photo; a fat cock in your girls ass with the middle finger of some guy facing the camera. The caption reads, “sorry cuck, I’m fucking your girl”
You drop the phone and drive over to her location in a rush. When you arrive, she comes outside saying “it’s not what you think baby,”
You’re furious. You start cussing the guy out, but he walks toward you and knocks you on your ass and breaks your jaw and then takes his gun and puts 5 bullets into your fucking chest. You lie there bleeding to death as him and his homies run through your pockets.
Your girl looks at you as you die and says, “I’m sorry. You’re just not man enough for me”
The end