true love | |
an email exchange
Dearest Scunt:
Watched torture porn (teeth were pulled, barbed wire was shoved up an ass … ya know, business as usual) over the weekend and thought about you.
xoxoxo,
Ms. Angela
My Goddess:
I am so hungry for you right now that I can taste my suffering.
Groveling and cringing,
Scunt
Ouch.
But in a hot, sexy, lustful way.
You’re very naughty and I love it.
Throbbert & Mr. Smith …
Scunt’s unique quandry is that he is victim to his own desires. There is no escape for him. No forgiveness, no reprieve, no cleansing, no healing. Scunt is doomed.
You are the sexiest jailer who ever taunted a prisoner. It seems Scunt is in a maximum insecurity prison and you have tossed his key into the Hudson.