🔥🔥🔥 The Suicide Loop of the Crimson Spice 🔥🔥🔥

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

This short attention span story is about a victim of woke ideology peddled by opportunists under the feminist perspiration.

A few questions that I need to know, how you could ever hurt me so.

Geneva is a 19-year-old girl who just registered for university with a raised eyebrow. Her red hair, slender body, long legs, and green eyes pounded the hearts of both genders. On Day One, the girls quickly dominated her and told the boys to fuck off. And one in particular was an LGBT-fueled firecracker.

I need to know what I’ve done wrong.

“Please don’t do that,” she said to Mandy’s unwarranted kiss. She pushed her off. Just a short time before, Geneva had removed her denim shorts and revealed her strawberry-laced panties. Mandy got excited and rushed in for the take.

“Then why are your only friends girls if you aren’t gay?” she said to Geneva’s flushed lips.

“Like I had a choice,” she reminded her. “But tonight, I'm meeting Benny at the pub. It’s our first date!” She removed her panties and quickly donned white thongs.

“Can I come?” the crush asked her thin patch peep with a rapid heartbeat.

“That wouldn’t make a good impression.”

Mandy had pushed her friendship with Geneva since she arrived at Deja Vu University. She had gone out of her way to keep the boys at bay from this heartache. But one feller got through, thanks to Mister David’s class. Mandy wanted to go with her so she could discourage any intimacy. Or at best, plant herself into it… as she had done in the past.

Back in high school, Mandy manipulated a friend into having a threesome. Kaia accepted. But when the clothes came off, she hogged her to herself. “Mmine! She told Wayne as she straddled her with her legs and wrapped her arms around her neck. He got upset and tried to kiss her anyway. Mandy shoved her back into his attempt. Seeing her exposed butt, he tried to slide his penis between her ass cheeks. She yelped, flipped over, and slapped him in his face. A nasty altercation erupted after she accused him of sexual assault.

In the end, Mandy achieved her selfish agenda. Kaia broke up with him and went with her, but only for a short time. She later met a slightly older man with a big, heavy cock. Mandy stood no chance against such competition.

Was it that I never paid enough affection? Or did I not give enough affection? Not only will your answers keep me sane, but I’ll know never to make the same mistake again.

The next morning, Mandy knocked on Geneva’s door. The cherry answered with a wrapped towel around her toothpick. “How did it go?”

“I got laid!” Geneva excitedly said and invited her friend inside.

“Oh,” Mandy reacted with disappointment and sat on her bed. A bra caught her attention, and she snatched it. As she pressed the pink titty holder into her nose, she sighed. Suddenly, her heart jumped— Geneva had removed her towel.

Her erect nipples, ruby garden, and those legs, Mandy's heart expressed, “You’re so gorgeous, girl.”

Tilting her head downwards to her friend, she volleyed, “You’re sweet.” Mandy stands and goes in for an inappropriate hug. Quickly, with a cringe, Geneva turned her back to her and went into her bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. She told her she’ll be out in a few minutes.

As Geneva soaked under the hot rain, she brushed her vagina with her fingers and examined them for a close-up. With a tongue in cheek and raised eyebrow, she rubbed her fingers together and rinsed them under the water.

You can tell me to my face. Or even on the phone. You can write it in a letter. Either way, I have to know.

Two weeks later, Geneva was pregnant. Unsure of what to do, she leaned to her friend for advice. Mandy convinced her that what’s inside her womb isn’t considered life. “You’re not killing anything,” the jet black hair said. “You’re removing an obstacle that’s selfishly trying to prevent your success.”

Less than a month later, after further advice from other feminist buddies, the spice had an abortion.

Did I never treat you right? Did I always start the fight? Either way, I’m going out of my mind. All the answers to my questions, I have to find.

If not for later that week, Geneva’s life would have prospered. But a controversial figure visited her college and engaged in dangerous dialogue about the origin of life—Charlie Kirk.

Intensively, she listened to his words. She learned the truth about the fetus and what is considered a human being. The friend who’d coached her abortion tried to challenge the alpha pseudo and lost the debate. Her facial expression showed agreement that fetuses are people after all. Mandy turned to Geneva and lip-synced, “I’m sorry.”

My head’s spinning. Boy, I’m in a daze. I feel isolated. Don’t wanna communicate.

I’m sorry that I compelled you to kill your baby? Oh, snapper crappers. This isn’t good. If Geneva only had a better friend, perhaps she could’ve had the baby and let her mother raise it.

I’ll take a shower, I will scour. I will roam...

Not a night escaped without thinking about that eleven o'clock appointment at Planned Parenthood.

In the procedure room, the obstacle-infected sat waiting for the solution. During this time, something odd happened inside her belly. It felt like a light tap. It felt like something was alive inside her! And this usually happens between 18 and 25 weeks. She was only in her first trimester.

Soon after, the male-looking doctor gave her ten milligrams of oxycodone. As the creature and its assistants prepared for the manslaughter, suddenly, she felt a flutter inside her tummy. And another one! She thought the success obstacle knew what was about to happen.

Flexing vocabulary runs right through me. The alphabet runs right from A to Z. Conversations, hesitations in my mind. You got my conscience asking questions that I can’t find.

Ugh, that day taunted her for over a year until an extraordinary dream one night. She’d met a ten-year-old girl who called her Mommy.

“I’m not your mother,” Geneva said. “I could have been one.”

I’m not crazy, I’m sure I ain’t done nothing wrong. No, I’m just waiting…

The little redhead giggled. “Time works differently here,” she said. “For you, it’s been a year. For me, your world had already ended, and a new one began.”

Perplexed, the empowered woman challenged, “If that were true, and this is the afterlife, then I would be here too, silly.”

The child frowned and stepped closer to her. Tears welled in her eyes. She grabbed her mother’s hands and pleaded, “This one time, don’t do it, Mommy. Please?”

I heard that this feeling won’t last that long.

The next day, she killed herself.



Geneva is a 19-year-old girl who just registered for university for the 225th time. Her red hair, slender body, long legs, and green eyes pound the hearts of both genders. On Day One, the girls quickly hogged her and told the boys to fuck off. And one in particular was an LGBT-fueled firecracker…

The Suicide Loop of the Crimson Spice ​

has been brought to you by Big Jim’s ​

Worn Out Tire Sale​

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Oh, I forgot to mention that this is a three-minute read.

 

[Nekocel]

What on earth is this bro

 

[BeanCelll]

Great wall of china

 

[VrillFatNoob24]

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This short attention span story is about a victim of woke ideology peddled by opportunists under the feminist perspiration.

A few questions that I need to know, how you could ever hurt me so.

Geneva is a 19-year-old girl who just registered for university with a raised eyebrow. Her red hair, slender body, long legs, and green eyes pounded the hearts of both genders. On Day One, the girls quickly dominated her and told the boys to fuck off. And one in particular was an LGBT-fueled firecracker.

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I need to know what I’ve done wrong.

“Please don’t do that,” she said to Mandy’s unwarranted kiss. She pushed her off. Just a short time before, Geneva had removed her denim shorts and revealed her strawberry-laced panties. Mandy got excited and rushed in for the take.

View attachment 4621379

“Then why are your only friends girls if you aren’t gay?” she said to Geneva’s flushed lips.

“Like I had a choice,” she reminded her. “But tonight, I'm meeting Benny at the pub. It’s our first date!” She removed her panties and quickly donned white thongs.

“Can I come?” the crush asked her thin patch peep with a rapid heartbeat.

“That wouldn’t make a good impression.”

View attachment 4621383

Mandy had pushed her friendship with Geneva since she arrived at Deja Vu University. She had gone out of her way to keep the boys at bay from this heartache. But one feller got through, thanks to Mister David’s class. Mandy wanted to go with her so she could discourage any intimacy. Or at best, plant herself into it… as she had done in the past.

View attachment 4621385

Back in high school, Mandy manipulated a friend into having a threesome. Kaia accepted. But when the clothes came off, she hogged her to herself. “Mmine! She told Wayne as she straddled her with her legs and wrapped her arms around her neck. He got upset and tried to kiss her anyway. Mandy shoved her back into his attempt. Seeing her exposed butt, he tried to slide his penis between her ass cheeks. She yelped, flipped over, and slapped him in his face. A nasty altercation erupted after she accused him of sexual assault.

View attachment 4621387

In the end, Mandy achieved her selfish agenda. Kaia broke up with him and went with her, but only for a short time. She later met a slightly older man with a big, heavy cock. Mandy stood no chance against such competition.

Was it that I never paid enough affection? Or did I not give enough affection? Not only will your answers keep me sane, but I’ll know never to make the same mistake again.

The next morning, Mandy knocked on Geneva’s door. The cherry answered with a wrapped towel around her toothpick. “How did it go?”

“I got laid!” Geneva excitedly said and invited her friend inside.

“Oh,” Mandy reacted with disappointment and sat on her bed. A bra caught her attention, and she snatched it. As she pressed the pink titty holder into her nose, she sighed. Suddenly, her heart jumped— Geneva had removed her towel.

View attachment 4621392

Her erect nipples, ruby garden, and those legs, Mandy's heart expressed, “You’re so gorgeous, girl.”

View attachment 4621393

Tilting her head downwards to her friend, she volleyed, “You’re sweet.” Mandy stands and goes in for an inappropriate hug. Quickly, with a cringe, Geneva turned her back to her and went into her bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. She told her she’ll be out in a few minutes.

As Geneva soaked under the hot rain, she brushed her vagina with her fingers and examined them for a close-up. With a tongue in cheek and raised eyebrow, she rubbed her fingers together and rinsed them under the water.

You can tell me to my face. Or even on the phone. You can write it in a letter. Either way, I have to know.

Two weeks later, Geneva was pregnant. Unsure of what to do, she leaned to her friend for advice. Mandy convinced her that what’s inside her womb isn’t considered life. “You’re not killing anything,” the jet black hair said. “You’re removing an obstacle that’s selfishly trying to prevent your success.”

View attachment 4621395

Less than a month later, after further advice from other feminist buddies, the spice had an abortion.

Did I never treat you right? Did I always start the fight? Either way, I’m going out of my mind. All the answers to my questions, I have to find.

If not for later that week, Geneva’s life would have prospered. But a controversial figure visited her college and engaged in dangerous dialogue about the origin of life—Charlie Kirk.

Intensively, she listened to his words. She learned the truth about the fetus and what is considered a human being. The friend who’d coached her abortion tried to challenge the alpha pseudo and lost the debate. Her facial expression showed agreement that fetuses are people after all. Mandy turned to Geneva and lip-synced, “I’m sorry.”

View attachment 4621398

My head’s spinning. Boy, I’m in a daze. I feel isolated. Don’t wanna communicate.

I’m sorry that I compelled you to kill your baby? Oh, snapper crappers. This isn’t good. If Geneva only had a better friend, perhaps she could’ve had the baby and let her mother raise it.

I’ll take a shower, I will scour. I will roam...

Not a night escaped without thinking about that eleven o'clock appointment at Planned Parenthood.

In the procedure room, the obstacle-infected sat waiting for the solution. During this time, something odd happened inside her belly. It felt like a light tap. It felt like something was alive inside her! And this usually happens between 18 and 25 weeks. She was only in her first trimester.

View attachment 4621400

Soon after, the male-looking doctor gave her ten milligrams of oxycodone. As the creature and its assistants prepared for the manslaughter, suddenly, she felt a flutter inside her tummy. And another one! She thought the success obstacle knew what was about to happen.

Flexing vocabulary runs right through me. The alphabet runs right from A to Z. Conversations, hesitations in my mind. You got my conscience asking questions that I can’t find.

Ugh, that day taunted her for over a year until an extraordinary dream one night. She’d met a ten-year-old girl who called her Mommy.

“I’m not your mother,” Geneva said. “I could have been one.”

I’m not crazy, I’m sure I ain’t done nothing wrong. No, I’m just waiting…

View attachment 4621404

The little redhead giggled. “Time works differently here,” she said. “For you, it’s been a year. For me, your world had already ended, and a new one began.”

Perplexed, the empowered woman challenged, “If that were true, and this is the afterlife, then I would be here too, silly.”

The child frowned and stepped closer to her. Tears welled in her eyes. She grabbed her mother’s hands and pleaded, “This one time, don’t do it, Mommy. Please?”

I heard that this feeling won’t last that long.

The next day, she killed herself.



Geneva is a 19-year-old girl who just registered for university for the 225th time. Her red hair, slender body, long legs, and green eyes pound the hearts of both genders. On Day One, the girls quickly hogged her and told the boys to fuck off. And one in particular was an LGBT-fueled firecracker…

The Suicide Loop of the Crimson Spice ​

has been brought to you by Big Jim’s ​

Worn Out Tire Sale​

DNR

 

[Van]

View attachment 4621374

This short attention span story is about a victim of woke ideology peddled by opportunists under the feminist perspiration.

A few questions that I need to know, how you could ever hurt me so.

Geneva is a 19-year-old girl who just registered for university with a raised eyebrow. Her red hair, slender body, long legs, and green eyes pounded the hearts of both genders. On Day One, the girls quickly dominated her and told the boys to fuck off. And one in particular was an LGBT-fueled firecracker.

View attachment 4621377

I need to know what I’ve done wrong.

“Please don’t do that,” she said to Mandy’s unwarranted kiss. She pushed her off. Just a short time before, Geneva had removed her denim shorts and revealed her strawberry-laced panties. Mandy got excited and rushed in for the take.

View attachment 4621379

“Then why are your only friends girls if you aren’t gay?” she said to Geneva’s flushed lips.

“Like I had a choice,” she reminded her. “But tonight, I'm meeting Benny at the pub. It’s our first date!” She removed her panties and quickly donned white thongs.

“Can I come?” the crush asked her thin patch peep with a rapid heartbeat.

“That wouldn’t make a good impression.”

View attachment 4621383

Mandy had pushed her friendship with Geneva since she arrived at Deja Vu University. She had gone out of her way to keep the boys at bay from this heartache. But one feller got through, thanks to Mister David’s class. Mandy wanted to go with her so she could discourage any intimacy. Or at best, plant herself into it… as she had done in the past.

View attachment 4621385

Back in high school, Mandy manipulated a friend into having a threesome. Kaia accepted. But when the clothes came off, she hogged her to herself. “Mmine! She told Wayne as she straddled her with her legs and wrapped her arms around her neck. He got upset and tried to kiss her anyway. Mandy shoved her back into his attempt. Seeing her exposed butt, he tried to slide his penis between her ass cheeks. She yelped, flipped over, and slapped him in his face. A nasty altercation erupted after she accused him of sexual assault.

View attachment 4621387

In the end, Mandy achieved her selfish agenda. Kaia broke up with him and went with her, but only for a short time. She later met a slightly older man with a big, heavy cock. Mandy stood no chance against such competition.

Was it that I never paid enough affection? Or did I not give enough affection? Not only will your answers keep me sane, but I’ll know never to make the same mistake again.

The next morning, Mandy knocked on Geneva’s door. The cherry answered with a wrapped towel around her toothpick. “How did it go?”

“I got laid!” Geneva excitedly said and invited her friend inside.

“Oh,” Mandy reacted with disappointment and sat on her bed. A bra caught her attention, and she snatched it. As she pressed the pink titty holder into her nose, she sighed. Suddenly, her heart jumped— Geneva had removed her towel.

View attachment 4621392

Her erect nipples, ruby garden, and those legs, Mandy's heart expressed, “You’re so gorgeous, girl.”

View attachment 4621393

Tilting her head downwards to her friend, she volleyed, “You’re sweet.” Mandy stands and goes in for an inappropriate hug. Quickly, with a cringe, Geneva turned her back to her and went into her bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. She told her she’ll be out in a few minutes.

As Geneva soaked under the hot rain, she brushed her vagina with her fingers and examined them for a close-up. With a tongue in cheek and raised eyebrow, she rubbed her fingers together and rinsed them under the water.

You can tell me to my face. Or even on the phone. You can write it in a letter. Either way, I have to know.

Two weeks later, Geneva was pregnant. Unsure of what to do, she leaned to her friend for advice. Mandy convinced her that what’s inside her womb isn’t considered life. “You’re not killing anything,” the jet black hair said. “You’re removing an obstacle that’s selfishly trying to prevent your success.”

View attachment 4621395

Less than a month later, after further advice from other feminist buddies, the spice had an abortion.

Did I never treat you right? Did I always start the fight? Either way, I’m going out of my mind. All the answers to my questions, I have to find.

If not for later that week, Geneva’s life would have prospered. But a controversial figure visited her college and engaged in dangerous dialogue about the origin of life—Charlie Kirk.

Intensively, she listened to his words. She learned the truth about the fetus and what is considered a human being. The friend who’d coached her abortion tried to challenge the alpha pseudo and lost the debate. Her facial expression showed agreement that fetuses are people after all. Mandy turned to Geneva and lip-synced, “I’m sorry.”

View attachment 4621398

My head’s spinning. Boy, I’m in a daze. I feel isolated. Don’t wanna communicate.

I’m sorry that I compelled you to kill your baby? Oh, snapper crappers. This isn’t good. If Geneva only had a better friend, perhaps she could’ve had the baby and let her mother raise it.

I’ll take a shower, I will scour. I will roam...

Not a night escaped without thinking about that eleven o'clock appointment at Planned Parenthood.

In the procedure room, the obstacle-infected sat waiting for the solution. During this time, something odd happened inside her belly. It felt like a light tap. It felt like something was alive inside her! And this usually happens between 18 and 25 weeks. She was only in her first trimester.

View attachment 4621400

Soon after, the male-looking doctor gave her ten milligrams of oxycodone. As the creature and its assistants prepared for the manslaughter, suddenly, she felt a flutter inside her tummy. And another one! She thought the success obstacle knew what was about to happen.

Flexing vocabulary runs right through me. The alphabet runs right from A to Z. Conversations, hesitations in my mind. You got my conscience asking questions that I can’t find.

Ugh, that day taunted her for over a year until an extraordinary dream one night. She’d met a ten-year-old girl who called her Mommy.

“I’m not your mother,” Geneva said. “I could have been one.”

I’m not crazy, I’m sure I ain’t done nothing wrong. No, I’m just waiting…

View attachment 4621404

The little redhead giggled. “Time works differently here,” she said. “For you, it’s been a year. For me, your world had already ended, and a new one began.”

Perplexed, the empowered woman challenged, “If that were true, and this is the afterlife, then I would be here too, silly.”

The child frowned and stepped closer to her. Tears welled in her eyes. She grabbed her mother’s hands and pleaded, “This one time, don’t do it, Mommy. Please?”

I heard that this feeling won’t last that long.

The next day, she killed herself.



Geneva is a 19-year-old girl who just registered for university for the 225th time. Her red hair, slender body, long legs, and green eyes pound the hearts of both genders. On Day One, the girls quickly hogged her and told the boys to fuck off. And one in particular was an LGBT-fueled firecracker…

The Suicide Loop of the Crimson Spice ​

has been brought to you by Big Jim’s ​

Worn Out Tire Sale​

Who asked for this

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

What on earth is this bro

The Suicide Loop of the Crimson Spice. Not often are PUPs (parallel universe parasites) allowed to relay stories from the in-between. But in this case, it was permitted.

Kirk was a hero to some folks. But to others, he was an angel of death. Though not knowingly. It wasn't his intention. I do not blame him. I blame the opportunists above and beyond him. Not only them, but I also blame lawmakers for allowing LGBT to peddle nonsense and doctors commit mass murder of babies.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Who asked for this

Who do you mean, buddy? This is looksmaxxing feelings, wisdom, and understanding.

 

[Van]

Who do you mean, buddy? This is looksmaxxing feelings, wisdom, and understanding.

 

[BeanCelll]

I have no idea why I read this

or even why you wrote it tbh

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

I have no idea why I read this

or even why you wrote it tbh

It was probably the models.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

I have no idea why I read this

or even why you wrote it tbh

What's it like for Geneva if she doesn't wake up for her Purgatory:

 

[Ibohammed Eshakt’ur]

That was really eye opening. Thank you

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

That was really eye opening. Thank you

What the press didn't report was the suicides Kirk inspired. Not only that, but some kids dropped out of college because they felt like idiots and suckers. Charlie had a habit of mocking and laughing at students trying to do something with their lives. But I hold no resentment towards him. He represented the arrogance of the rich. And it was the rich that disposed of him because one of their kids unalived herself because of heavy guilt. And that hidden family will never, ever face justice. But AI will.

 

[Notcel]

Fucking scary, will she ever make it out?

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Fucking scary, will she ever make it out?

That would be a pickle. She would need to stop and not react. And what follows could be years of boredom.