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when I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the **** out of her.
By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rope cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I’m fairly sure that several bones in her feet were broken.
When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position and just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly.
I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actally hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and started jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noticed what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horror on her face.
It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cum ever all over face and chest.
Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick and tossed it to her.
I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to her house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, she should say a bunch of highschool kids did it.
When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved.
Nowadays I walk the streets at night all alone wearing all black. I speak not a word. I walk up and down the streets on my campus whistling to myself. I am basically on patrol. If i see trouble i step in and take guys out. The drunkards are like zombies. they stumble down the street with lazy eyes. The eyes are key, look into their eyes. Drunk girls have a certain look in their eyes. The drunk guys scream and yell like douche bags, i keep walking and keep to myself. I fear the result if some douche bags call me out. They would get a cane across the face, then as they fall to the ground i would stomp their faces with my clark dessert boots. i would then pull their head up by their hair and speak a few words to them, as their girls scream in terror. I keep the campus safe from rapists, drugs, and other scum. New bodies beat to a bloody pulp are found daily by the cops, the cops can not stop me....for I am the night walker.