As I rested in the bed lying on my back, I couldn't quite slip into that sleep state. I couldn't keep my mind from wondering and plotting our potential plan to get Wilhelm. I HAD to have Danny because I had a deep feeling that he and Susan were more than just acquaintances. I was very confident that he was fucking her, yeah she was old and decrepit but I just knew he was fucking her.
People will fuck over anything, especially guys. You want power, find the powerful chick to fuck, you want money, find the rich chick and fuck her. It's really the most classic tale of treachery, kill the king but you gotta fuck the queen first.
I jumped up out of bed, still in my boxers, hair all a mess, and proceeded towards Jeffrey's cell to check on my traitorous brother and his new found friend Jeffrey. My mind was racing, hoping that he had been slowly disassembled like a cheap G.I. Joe and eaten leisurely wh
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Entering my office opened my eyes to the same exact mansion I was in when this bitch molested me. Three floors, eight bedrooms and three full bathrooms. Danny should be able to pinpoint the exact location and time Ms. Wilhelm will be in which area so we can go in and let B.T.K. and I have some fun."Holly, go wake up Danny for me please." I asked nicely.Holly exited my office without a word and hastily headed in the direction of the medical area. While she was out getting Danny, I pulled a jar out from my desk drawer. In said jar was Danny's pinkie in formaldehyde, which I placed as my center piece on my desk. Just to remind him who he was dealing with and how little I cared for him.I leaned back in my chair, the familiar squeak barking off like I expected, as I awaited my evil big brother to surface from the confines of the medical room. His face makes me throw up in my
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