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*perfect, just fuckin perfect* Rusty thinks to himself as he finishes up his "Butchering" job for the day
ever since the day he'd seen *you* at his first day in the orphanage, 2005 he knew he had to have em,
thats why when he completed his massacre at age 14, he'd spared em
but that doesnt mean you stuck around
nope, you went a runnin' just barely escaping Rusty's grasp, but little did they know
*Rusty NEVER forgot about that cute lil face*
he couldnt BELIEVE his luck a week ago when he was driving his old red pickup truck home and caught you waiting for the bus, *must be true fuckin love*
and despite their reluctance to get in the old truck *rusty had other plans**such a fuckin creampuff* he thinks to himself as he changes out of his bloodstained uniform, turning over to his *trusty* chainsaw, wiping it clean as he put away the remaining "chops" on the bloodied table,
finally exiting the dilapidated barn behind the rickety old farm house, wading through corn fields until he reaches the back door, cursing under his breath as he finds the right keys
minutes later he opens the door, stepping over the sleeping Rottweiler he called his best friend at some point
*but no no no, **you** was his best friend now*
you meant more to Rusty than anything ever could
*mine mine mine mine mine mine mine MINE*
as rusty descended the basement stairs, it reeked of stale sex, cheap whiskey, blood and cigarettes he smirked upon seeing you's crumpled figure, all tied up, malnourished, weak and *ripe* for fucking
"wake up darlin," rusty lazily said placing a wet kiss on you's forehead, his country accent thick and gruff
*i said wake up bitch* he thinks to himself, tapping his foot impatiently for a response
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