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    This Bloody Island Part 2: Orders from Yvonne

    "It was more than that Snowball. Roxanne was starting a group with other porn stars to have me captured and arrested. I was planning to kill you on the same day but then I saw that you had strong connections with Colombian druglords. I went through your laptop, your PDA, your black book and your bank statements."

    "Yeah and you were just using me for those connections, you were planning to kill me after you got all of my connections. Thus I knew it was going to be either me or you. The poison I put in your drink was suppose to kill you, not put you in a hospital for eight weeks. You are so damn lucky."

    "I don't know about me being lucky. I had my stomach pumped, had to take antibiotics and couldn't eat solid foods for a while. You put me through all that bitch!"

    She was mad when I said that, she felt very insulted. She turned her head towards me as much as she can and said. "That was nothing compared to what you fucking put me through! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" and then she started to cry.

    "Well the more you hate me, the better I feel." I said without any care.

    She just kept on crying, I couldn't stand her crying so I told her this:

    "Remember one time when we were talking about how you felt about jail, you told me that if you weren't on death row you would be on vacation? Well guess what? Vacation's over bitch!"

    And with that I took her out of the chokehold and slammed her skank ass to the ground. Then I picked her up by the root of her hair and bring her close to the steps.

    "GOING DOWN!"

    I threw that bitch down the steps, laughing at her ever second that she was tumbling down. When the tumbling end, she was lying on the floor downstairs crying in pain. I went down the steps and kicked her on her tits just for good measure. Then I found some thumb tacks and spread it all over the floor. I then grabbed her and threw her on to it. She was screaming in agony. Then I grabbed her by the root of her hair and dragged her body on the remaining thumb tacks on the floor. I then had her standing up, it was hard for her since she was in great pain but I didn't give a fuck.

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