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Underground eXperts United
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[ Don't Date Me ] [ By Joseph ]
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[Don't Date Me]
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I've got that feeling again. It's not a very good feeling.
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When I get it, I know things are actually going from bad to
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worse. When I met her this evening she acted quite normal
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and did not behave in any way that led me to suspect
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that there was something wrong. Still, during our
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conversation I could always feel that she was holding
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something back. Something that she really didn't want me to
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know about.
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I definitely knew there was something wrong when she
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didn't ask me to call her or anything. I felt disappointed
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and thought to myself that she is only doing what every
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girl before her had done; dumping me. I stared at her
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for a moment and couldn't draw my eyes from her. I knew she
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was just a girl, one in my own age. But still, I thought
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that this one was different. Why couldn't she tell me
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that she didn't want me, when I first met her? I felt
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deeply betrayed.
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This time though, there was no easy way out. She had
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to pay for this. She was going to pay for all the pain
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that the likes of her had caused me during all these years.
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We went home to my place. As we went in, I locked the
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door and hid the key under some papers on a table.
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I was sure now. She was going to dump me. No girl in her
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right mind starts babbling about 'freedom' and 'having to
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spend some time to herself' unless she's going to dump
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someone. I then knew what was going to happen. We sat down
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on my couch and I asked her if there was something I
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could get her. "No, I'm fine" she said. Are you just going
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to sit there and fart in my couch or what? Get on with it
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you bitch!, I thought. "Well, you know...." she said. Here
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it comes! "I feel that perhaps we should take some time off
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from our relationship", she said looking down at my table.
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I sat down and tried to catch her eyes as I started to talk
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to her. "Damn it! I love you! Why didn't you say something
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about this before? Perhaps we could have worked it out!", I
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said to her in the most calm way possible. She explained to
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me that her love for me had faded. The fire was put out. In
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other words: she had found someone else. I looked her very
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deep in her eyes and asked her if she had found someone
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else. "I don't know. Perhaps, sort of, I think...." I could
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live with that. What I couldn't live with was the fact that
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she had obviously been lying to me for a couple of months.
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That I understood now. The changes in her behavior and her
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unwillingness to have sex were not something that had come
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just some weeks ago. This had been going on for two or
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three months now. Out of the three and a half years we had
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been going out she had been unfaithful to me for a couple
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of months, perhaps only in thought, but hey! There's
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really no difference!
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I just sat there and watched her. She was getting more and
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more nervous and uncomfortable as I kept on watching her
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from behind the table. Finally, I said "So... Now what?"
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She looked at me and asked me if I was stupid or something.
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"Can't you get it man? Just leave me alone and go fuck
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someone else. I don't want you anymore you fucking moron!"
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she screamed at me.
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That did it.
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Her eyes widened when I put my hand over her mouth and
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whispered to her to shut up. I punched her in the face a
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couple of times. She passed out after the second or third
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blow, I think. Do you think I'm stupid?, I thought to
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myself. No bitch is going to push me around anymore. I went
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to get a rope and other things I knew I would need for the
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further arrangements. When I came back with the equipment,
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she was still unconscious, though now bleeding from her
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nose and mouth. I wiped it off with a towel. I tied her
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arms and legs together. This bitch ain't going nowhere, I
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thought and smiled to myself. She came around some ten
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minutes after I had tied her up, and now she looked really
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scared. I cursed myself when I discovered that I had
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forgotten to put something in her mouth. I got an old rag
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and stuffed it into her mouth. She looked at me with tears
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in her eyes while making funny sounds behind the smelly
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rag. I smiled at her and said that she wasn't going to
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break any man's heart again. She caught on quite fast and
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her eyes was somewhat watered. Perhaps I shouldn't be doing
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this? She didn't mean any harm. Perhaps she just didn't
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know any better? What if she had only been thinking out
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loud and wanted to hear that I still loved her. In her
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foolishness she had perhaps only said that she thought that
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we needed a break?
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My thoughts rushed through my brain. Ok, let's give her a
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second chance. I removed the rag and asked her if she was
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ok. "Ok? You fucking hit me in the face you prickless
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bastard! Let me go! I never want to see you again!"
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Just like I thought! No mistake on my side.
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I put the rag back in to her mouth. She tried to scream. It
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didn't matter, my neighbors weren't the kind who cared
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about someone screaming. Actually, they didn't care about
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anything except getting their drugs. Living in a rough
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neighborhood had its advantages. I got my lighter and
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showed it to her. "Hmmm ougghen" she said. Huh? I took the
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fabric out and let her speak. "Nice lighter, now let me
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go!" Apparently she didn't understand what was going to
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happen. I put the rag back and lit the lighter. It burned
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with a nice blue and red glow. I let it burn for a while
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before I put it out. I pressed it against her forehead,
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making a little smiling face appear. She went stiff and
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made a lot of unpleasant sounds. I continued to make
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smiling faces on her for a while. After some time she kind
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of got used to it and didn't make that much noise anymore.
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I knew that making smiling faces wouldn't suffice. I went
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to my kitchen and got the knife that my father gave to me a
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few hundred years ago. When I got back she had passed out.
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I noticed that her pants were wet. I put my fingers over
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her cunt and smelled them. She had wet herself. Well
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baby! You have earned it!
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I had to wait for a while before she came around this time.
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I didn't want to throw water at her or anything. That's a
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damn cruel thing to do!
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When she woke up she stared at me and cried. Baby baby!
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What are you crying about? I'm just going to give you some
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of your own treatment! I started cutting her shirt of. Her
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beautiful and well formed breasts popped out as I cut
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through her bra. I laid my hand on her stomach and touched
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her for the last time. Her stomach was never to be the same
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again. Silky and smooth it laid there and waited for my
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knife to open it up.
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"This won't hurt!", I said, recalling what my dentist used
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to say. I pressed my knife through her skin. Blood squirted
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out because I had hit an artery. I opened her all the way
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up to her neck. Things came out of her. Although the
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manoeuvre must have caused a lot of pain she didn't say or
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scream anything. Now she just laid there.
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Looking all casual.
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Written by Joseph <josef@kuai.se>
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uXu #323 Underground eXperts United 1996 uXu #323
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Call SECRET TECTONICS -> +49-40-823326
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