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    This Bloody Island Part 4: To Nick a Scot (Nikki/Helen)

    Chapter 7: The Moment I've Been Waiting For

    While we were still taunting and teasing Helen we heard another car coming up to the cottage, so I quickly looked out on the front window and judging by that lanky figure with those fake-ass silicon titties sticking out it couldn't be no other than that dumb, dirty, disgusting, despicable, douche-bottle-drinking, diesel-dyke-wannabe Nikki Wade herself.

    "Ah hell yeah, the bitch is finally here! Jim turn off the music and let's hide also put Helen out of the way so that she won't see her."

    Right now Helen was tied up to a chair with a new rag in her mouth. It was actually that fruitty gay rainbow flag that I farted on. I was waiting behind the kitchen wall right by the hallway. Nikki came inside the cottage and started to walk in the hallway when she noticed the smell of Al's dead body. God I wish Al took a bath and douched before we killed her.

    "Oh something smells awful here. I thought the lum (chimney) was cleaned last week."

    As she walked further into the hallway and was about to enter in the kitchen she started to hear Helen's mufflings. It was rather loud. She was trying to warn Nikki of entering in the kitchen. She paused for a second.

    "Is that you dear?"

    I looked at Jim directly, hoping he could read my face telling him to shut Helen up. Jim read it well and pointed a gun to her head.

    "Shut your fucking mouth." He whispered to her.

    As soon as she stepped in the kitchen, I quickly grabbed that grass-munching bitch, twirling her around 180 degrees and slammed that gay bitch on the wall. Amazingly enough she only hit the left side of her face, thus she didn't break her nose, but I bet her left cheekbone is cracked. She then stumbled onto the floor, holding her chest and the left side of her face, she was crying and moaning, some blood was coming out of her mouth. Helen tried to scream through the rag and started to cry so Jim smacked her. It was only fitting that I introduce myself to Nikki.

    "Good day Nikki Wade, I mean Banana Jones." I purposely said her name wrong.

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