Raps To Roast People Novels & Stories

I bring down the ropes and start tying his hands and feet to raise him above us. Enzo winced as he watched me tie Roy’s hands. “You can’t just fuckin’ shoot people, huh?” I discovered years ago that I really like using the strappado method for those who really deserve it. I have no issues with guns when taking care of business, but for rapists, pedos, and abusers, I like a little extra flare. I enjoy watching them tied up and completely helpless, totally vulnerable to my whim. “Some of them don’t deserve a painless death.”

“My people will cast a spell upon you. You won’t be able to resist.” “Voodoo hocus pocus? Do what you want, toss some chicken bones or whatever the fuck you do? I think you guys smoke too much pot if you ask me,” Bohdan said. Rancid chimed in. “Fucking potheads, get lost!” “If you haven’t noticed,” Bohdan said. “I’m trying to eat in peace. Please leave before I call the guards.” Neither Rancid nor Rodell backed off. “Tonight we do our magic, and tomorrow you will be ours,” Rodell said.

"Shut it. We'll get her soon. If you don't want to be part of this then leave. I'll have her all for myself." "Fucker. There's no way I'll let you have all the fun after I paid so much for this." "Nooo! STOP HELP PLEASE." Slap "FUCKING SHUT UP I SAID!" "She fucking told you to stop, you disgusting piece of shit." Rapists are the one thing Raven despises the most. A vile, disgusting creature disguised in human skin that delights in violating and robbing people of their dignity. And it was people like this that she enjoyed killing the most.

“Bad management and unoriginal dialogue. You guys really need HR.” They lunged. --- The Roast Fight Wolf #1: lunged straight at my throat, sloppy. I ducked, stabbed his ear. He howled. “Oh nooo, your ear modeling career is ruined! Guess you’ll never be on the cover of Pointy Ears Weekly.” Wolf #2: came low for my legs. I kicked him in the jaw, teeth clacked. “Ouch! Somebody’s gonna need dentures. Good luck explaining that to your wolf dentist—oh wait, you don’t have one.”

A man’s face appeared, grinning down at him. “Well, well… what do we have here?” the man said with a chuckle. Another one joined him, peering over the edge. “Another one? Damn, we’re on a streak today.” They laughed and disappeared from view, their voices fading for a moment. Then, with a loud whoosh, a thick rope harness dropped into the pit, landing with a thud beside Raphael. He didn’t move, he just stared at it. “Put it on,” one of the men called out from above. “If you’re not strapped in by the count of ten, we leave you down there for another week. No healing, thanks to the wolfsbane. You’ll just rot and starve.”

“Like I want to put my fist through their body. Don’t bring her up to me, unless you really want me to unleash some damage on something.” “I know. Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine you are face to face with my rapist,” I paused and examined Rose. She was grinding her teeth, and starting to shake. Her hands were balled up into fists. “Now imagine he is about ten feet to your left, and coming toward you. What do you do?”

“Because you have nothing.” The air stilled. The noise from the cars below disappeared. The birds vanished from the sky completely. The Earth stopped rotating. And Raphael’s eyes darkened. The small amount of mercy he’d been holding onto dissolved instantly. Before any of the other men could raise a fist, Raphael took one step back, and summoning every strength in his body, he drove his foot into the man’s jaw. The crack echoed across the rooftop, blood sprayed onto the concrete. Even the men felt it.

His words had a hint of sarcasm in them, “Because that’s what usually tends to happen when someone is drugged. But you would know because you perhaps drugged me for that very reason.” Tristan's stomach had sunk further down to his intestines if it was possible, but his voice remained strong as he narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on Roth, “What reason, Roth?” Roth let out a dry chuckle, which both of them knew was more sarcastic than an attempt at humor, “You really want me to spell it out for you - don’t you? You want me to tell you that you drugged me to rape me, Tristan.” Tristan’s face went white and he felt his knees almost give way, not because his best friend had accused him, but bec

I could only curl up and protect my head, choking on broken sobs. No one tried to stop it. Someone even stepped on the back of my hand just to get a better camera angle. They shouted excitedly into their phones, “Guys! This is the rapist! Get a good look at his face!” “The top gifter is going crazy! Ten rockets if you break a leg! Nelson, did you hear that? Break his leg!” “Beat him to death! Trash like this shouldn't be left to live!”

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