Onolumi plays Demons' Souls
Our owner must have been watching too much british murder case show. His Dizzy fan fiction sounds very familiar to this story :Dizzy would absolutely be the kind of woman who decides to murder you when you get home that night after work, but gets nervous an hour before you reach the door and starts drinking. Then she flings herself at you bawling as you come through the door and initiates desperate make-up sex, but she hid the knife in her clothes and it accidentally stabs you in the gut as she's frantically riding you and screaming that she's been a bad girl. As you lie there rapidly bleeding out, she alternates between frantically mopping up the blood while apologizing, and twisting the knife while reciting all the reasons why you deserved it. Your last sensations as consciousness fades is the feeling of gasoline sloshing over your chest. The police find you both dead the next day, her having passed out from the fumes after wasting an entire box of matches that got drenched with your blood and won't strike, then asphyxiating on her own vomit.
Proctor, you need any help buddy?
Plot-twist: She accidentally unknowingly threw away all her butcher and steak knives when cooking and could only use a butter knifeDizzy would absolutely be the kind of woman who decides to murder you when you get home that night after work, but gets nervous an hour before you reach the door and starts drinking. Then she flings herself at you bawling as you come through the door and initiates desperate make-up sex, but she hid the knife in her clothes and it accidentally stabs you in the gut as she's frantically riding you and screaming that she's been a bad girl. As you lie there rapidly bleeding out, she alternates between frantically mopping up the blood while apologizing, and twisting the knife while reciting all the reasons why you deserved it. Your last sensations as consciousness fades is the feeling of gasoline sloshing over your chest. The police find you both dead the next day, her having passed out from the fumes after wasting an entire box of matches that got drenched with your blood and won't strike, then asphyxiating on her own vomit.
Dizzy would make a great second wife after you've already had one hot childhood crush wife where everything went wrong in your late-30's and she left with the kids, and now you need a co-dependent yet self-aware woman who you can get smashed with and wake up the next morning surrounded by used condoms and tearstained handkerchiefs.
Dizzy would make a great second wife after you've already had one hot childhood crush wife where everything went wrong in your late-30's and she left with the kids, and now you need a co-dependent yet self-aware woman who you can get smashed with and wake up the next morning surrounded by used condoms and tearstained handkerchiefs.
Hot.Dizzy would absolutely be the kind of woman who decides to murder you when you get home that night after work, but gets nervous an hour before you reach the door and starts drinking. Then she flings herself at you bawling as you come through the door and initiates desperate make-up sex, but she hid the knife in her clothes and it accidentally stabs you in the gut as she's frantically riding you and screaming that she's been a bad girl. As you lie there rapidly bleeding out, she alternates between frantically mopping up the blood while apologizing, and twisting the knife while reciting all the reasons why you deserved it. Your last sensations as consciousness fades is the feeling of gasoline sloshing over your chest. The police find you both dead the next day, her having passed out from the fumes after wasting an entire box of matches that got drenched with your blood and won't strike, then asphyxiating on her own vomit.
We know who to blame if there's a surprise graduation.Going to grab some shut-eye.
Edit: The fact that Dizzy most certainly egosearches and absolutely knows what the Virtual Asylum is concerning, because there's a high chance she saw Proctor's post and now mines
She's looking for a man.I'm getting that collab one day.
Dizzy would absolutely be the kind of woman who decides to murder you when you get home that night after work, but gets nervous an hour before you reach the door and starts drinking. Then she flings herself at you bawling as you come through the door and initiates desperate make-up sex, but she hid the knife in her clothes and it accidentally stabs you in the gut as she's frantically riding you and screaming that she's been a bad girl. As you lie there rapidly bleeding out, she alternates between frantically mopping up the blood while apologizing, and twisting the knife while reciting all the reasons why you deserved it. Your last sensations as consciousness fades is the feeling of gasoline sloshing over your chest. The police find you both dead the next day, her having passed out from the fumes after wasting an entire box of matches that got drenched with your blood and won't strike, then asphyxiating on her own vomit.
Worth tbhDizzy would absolutely be the kind of woman who decides to murder you when you get home that night after work, but gets nervous an hour before you reach the door and starts drinking. Then she flings herself at you bawling as you come through the door and initiates desperate make-up sex, but she hid the knife in her clothes and it accidentally stabs you in the gut as she's frantically riding you and screaming that she's been a bad girl. As you lie there rapidly bleeding out, she alternates between frantically mopping up the blood while apologizing, and twisting the knife while reciting all the reasons why you deserved it. Your last sensations as consciousness fades is the feeling of gasoline sloshing over your chest. The police find you both dead the next day, her having passed out from the fumes after wasting an entire box of matches that got drenched with your blood and won't strike, then asphyxiating on her own vomit.