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Workshop Horrors
1 ReviewsA little venting story i wrote at school
For the 2nd time. Jarrod took my drawing book. I reached up for it, but he was just too tall. I was so ticked off i had a very violent thought that gave me an idea. The Drillpress.
I swiped Jarrod of his legs and dislocated his major joints as he screamed out in pain. every scream pushed me on. I dragged him to the Magnabend and inserted his fingers in it, pulling up slowly.
His splintered bones tore through his skin, making Jarrod scream louder. i relished every painstaked scream. Next was the Drillpress.
"Slow or Fast?" i asked him, to great confusion. "Fast death or Slow death?" i reasked him, to his horror. I presumed fast.
I slammed his head into the waiting vice, hungry for action. As i fired up the machine i heard him pleading with me to stop.
I didn't obey.
The drill severely mangled his ear and tore off some of his scalp. I drilled deeper and finally reached his brain...
AN: i'll complete it at lunch, i gotta go!
I swiped Jarrod of his legs and dislocated his major joints as he screamed out in pain. every scream pushed me on. I dragged him to the Magnabend and inserted his fingers in it, pulling up slowly.
His splintered bones tore through his skin, making Jarrod scream louder. i relished every painstaked scream. Next was the Drillpress.
"Slow or Fast?" i asked him, to great confusion. "Fast death or Slow death?" i reasked him, to his horror. I presumed fast.
I slammed his head into the waiting vice, hungry for action. As i fired up the machine i heard him pleading with me to stop.
I didn't obey.
The drill severely mangled his ear and tore off some of his scalp. I drilled deeper and finally reached his brain...
AN: i'll complete it at lunch, i gotta go!
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