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[Sloth ~ the avoidance of physical or spiritual work]

Religion.

It's a beautiful thing.

Having a specific religion will help you in life. For it is important to have someone you can turn to when things get bad, or whenever you need someone to listen to you.

A lot of people have them, and a lot of people don't.

Usually one is honest when it comes to religion. One does not say they are religious if they don't believe in God. One say it as it is, and do not care what people think.

At least most people are like that.

But there are those who aren't like that, like HER.

She pretends to be religious, claming virginity and showing off a body everyone thinks she works so hard to get.

She is nothing but a big liar.

She doesn't believe in God, not much. She doesn't go to church, or do any kind of spiritual work.

She acts like like mommys girl, saying that she wants to wait with sex and all that shit.

A very, very, very big liar.

While the world believes that she is a virgin, she goes and fucks Mr. NSYNC, just to get that pesky sexual tention out of her system.

They pretend to be going out, but it is all a freaud. I mean, he wanted my boy, my career, my life. He never wanted her though, probably because I didn't have her.

Britney Spears, the biggest whore this side of the fucking Atlantic ocean.

Besides lying and lacking spirituality, she's got more plastic in her than Cher, and that hardly seems possible.

She's got it all modified. Breasts, stomach, abs, you name it, it is fake.

She hates to work out, hates to do anything that takes time and energy.

I watch her all the time, and I see her sin.

Small sins, big sins, capital sins.

A whore she was, but not anymore.

Now, she's nothing.

Thanks to me.

She was easy to get, even easier than her boy toy. All I had to do was ask her to pay me a little visit. She never told anyone where she was going, because I asked her not to.

When she arrived, I had everything ready.

To tie her down to the bed was easy. She let me, thinking that it was just some sex game.

Once I had here where I wanted, I stopped the good boy act, and showed her my true self.

She was so scared when I showed her the hammer and nails, and she screamed so loudly when I hammered the first nail into her right shoulder.

I wanted her to scream, to feel the pain, to cry, and to fear death.

She did all of those, and more.

She begged for her life as I placed the nails all over her body.

One in the center of each nipple, one in each tigh, several here and there on her stomach and legs, her arms and her face. I made sure I didn't make her bleed too much too fast. After all, I wanted this to last.

In the end she was screaming and begging so much that she drove me crazy, so I stapeled her mouth shut.

After a while I ran out of nails, so I decided to finish my work with the hammer.

Before I smashed her head in, I fucked her with it, over and over again until she bled.

Making the handle red with blood, wiping it off on the bed before I smiled at her, and smashed her pretty face in. She didn't die right away, but I left her then.

She bled to death within the hour.

 

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