Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2000 19:35:22 +1000
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Okay I'm just about to kill this guy I ordered. And then all of a sudden I wonder what the fuck I'm doing with him. Kinda ruins the moment.
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He's no dog, granted, and he's suitably young and all that, he obviously doesn't need to shave very often, but then there's this other stuff that the company didn't mention.
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Like his hair - long black ringlets tumbling down from a bad crew cut, and that shirt, blue flannelette with lemon checks. I mean, he's some kind of wog *bogan* for god's sake. No silver smooth river boy this. Looking too closely at him brings on a wave of nausea. I think about stripping him. Boys like this are better butt naked.
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So I'm considering how to do him. With that big bitch knife? Or the small mean bedside blade? The double reinforced extra tensile wire? A bullet to his sorry brain engraved with a personalised dedication from me to him - have a nice death, asshole? My resources are limited but effective. First strike capabilities. Delivery guaranteed or your life back.
Will "immediately" be soon enough?
He kinda stumps me though cos I'm just not used to this kinda generic lowboy. Talk about a blast from the best-forgotten past. Rough trade usually has *some* sense of street style, knows when the black (black!) jeans are just too too tight and the boots too fuckin' pointy and sad. This cunt won't win any fashion awards that's for sure. I refuse to contemplate his tastes in music.
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And bogans obviously. I thought this was a *selective* service? The rates would suggest that it is.
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Yeah, right. Like this guy earns 80K. In his dreams maybe.
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The asshole's moaning now, he's starting to come to. If only he knew what his voice does to me. At least some part of my system is still operating on automatic. I'm tracking his gradual awareness of his predicament. He notices that his feet and wrists are bound. Can see the knife reflected in my eyes. I'm bored with looking at him. My cunt's wet enough, but my imagination is hardly engaged. Need to sharpen my focus.
You know when enough is enough.
Still can't decide how to kill him. Strange, I'm never usually this indecisive. My tight template of desire has been corrupted by that haircut. I can't be bothered fixing it up myself. That's not what I paid for. I feel totally ripped off.
Maybe I should just return him.
Hate to waste fresh meat but . . . .
You know when enough is enough