last night a brutal crime was committed;
hate to have to admit it; but it wasn't self-
d-fence, it was more like passionate crazed lust;
force to react when i saw the motion inside those
stallion thighs; wanted, no needed to damage, ravage, and
eat it up like a cannibalistic wild, untamed savage;
forensics found plasma everywhere one could possibly imagine
and of course semen was vaginally detected upon initial inspection
no need for false arrest and witness protection; the villian
refuse to cowardly flee; it is he that stands before the'
red rum 1 in the 3rd degree; he decrees that they wanted what they
received, the Lord say's it best, ask and you shell receive
so he proceeded to give what was desirably needed, at 1st he
couldn't believe it, so he turned them down, not harshly but easy;
wouldn't except no as an answer, so they begged and pleaded; eventually the
killer in he finally conceded:
from upstairs to the downstairs bathroom; blood clots in massive spots
splatters on the walls, ripped lingerie, and briefs;
sweaty, torn, shredded wife beaters and bras minus the straps;
from the looks of the scene detectives believe there are no survivors
sheets drenched in pools of different types of blood, on 2nd thought