“Wake up you sick, sad, sorry, sadistic son of a bitch. You recognize me? Maybe not since i’m not 7 anymore. Yeah mothafucka. Look close. You see them beautiful women over there? They’ll be the last faces your beady little eyes see bitch. You still like beating the fuck out of women? You still like traumatizing little girls? Yeah bitch… gotcho ass now. Pray bitch. I SAID PRAY”
And just like that…. poof… he was gone.
“Indya, momma, y’ all aight?”
“We’re good. You?”
“My panties got wet off that shit. Let’s get the fuck outta here”
















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































