I worry about them finding me all the time.
I bet they'd come in the night, do a no-knock raid, find me helpless and scared in my bedroom, alone and naked. They'd be a bunch of rough, tattooed military men wearing masks. They'd bark orders at me, tell me not to resist, and I would be helpless in their hands. They'd throw a hood over my head, and drive me to an undisclosed location, and that's when the interrogation would begin.
They would want me to name names, but I'd resist, so that's when the torture would start. Probably pretty tame stuff at first, maybe putting cigarettes out on me, calling me a little sissy faggot, but then it would progress to the harsher stuff, like hooking up the car battery to my testicles. But I wouldn't snitch, not even if one of them bent me over and had his way with me.
I think about this scenario a lot, so yeah, I guess I am pretty paranoid.
I just imagined the golem torture scene from LOTR but instead of baggins/shire, he says "Booooone!! Bathhouse!!"
For shame! You just made half the homohaters here cream their undies...and the other half brutally flog themselves.... to keep from creaming their undies. I hope you're proud of your wickedry mister!
think about it all the time
It won't happen unless you organize. It sounds like your a gay faggot fantasizing about being tortured
I think he's attempting to reverse-psychologize the glowies that might be reading his stuff into thinking it would be too unpleasant to bother with him. Little does he know just how bent the Feebies really are.
95% of the population fantasizes about what 5% of the population is fantasizing about.
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