Enter the house calling out your gfs name
You run in calling your beloved's name in a panic!
She is in the bedroom, getting the high hard one from the super alpha male stud she met online. The insane one who is planning on killing her tonight. He plants a baseball catcher's mitt sized hand to her mouth lest she try to call out. He has a handgun in his leather jacket he flung onto the headboard.
Earlier he kicked in her door when she had second thoughts about opening it. He seized her up and tossed her into the bed like she was a stuffed toy. Then he ripped her clothes off and began to give her the best hard pounding she has ever known. She is deeply, wholly in love with him now. She wears the swollen shut left eye as a mark of joy and pride. She is owned, she thinks.
Meanwhile he pulls out the handgun and points it at the open doorway while you head straight there looking for her. He grins when you stop dead in your tracks seeing him holding the weapon.
"Fuck you for interrupting!", He tells you as he fills you full of dead.
You cascade down down down. When your body hits your soul keeps falling Down down down.