See it’s not about if I plan on killing you and everyone who is related to you. No. It’s more of a question on when. When do I plan on killing you and your sisters. Your brother. Your parents. Your kids. Your boyfriend. His kids. His parents. Another question to ask is how. How do I plan on killing you. That’s a great question. That is something that I’ve thought about for the last 6 1/2 years now.
There’s the baseball bat.
The car jack from the 70’s.
There’s the noose around your neck, outside of your store.
There’s the tying you to the rails outside of your store and dousing your body with gasoline and lighting you on fire.
There’s the beating every body part on your body.
There’s the emptying 3 clips of handgun ammo into your body. Running over your fucking stupid ass with a truck.
T-boning your mini-van on your way somewhere and smashing the windows and pulling your ass out of your vehicle and beating your ass while your kids watch in horror. Pleading for me to stop.
There’s the walking into your store and start attacking everyone in there with a fucking machete.
Or there scenario where I start putting a bullet inside of everyone’s head that’s in that store.
And then there’s the one where I break into your house while you’re home and whip your ass there, in front of your kids.
Or lace your beverages with antifreeze.
And then there’s the part where I go after your kids while they’re school.
Now onto your boyfriend. I plan on going after him at one of two locations. Maybe three.
There’s the one location being that of his home (laughs at that. His home! That’s funny. I betcha that bitch don’t own shit to his own name!) in which I’ll more than likely beat or stab him multiple times.
If not there then it’d be at his workplace. There I’d more then likely shoot him multiple times after I fuck up his car. Or I’ll intercept his ass before he gets to work. And that would be his last day of work.
The third location. Your house. I’d beat his ass or cut him up in front of you with a machete. Maybe unload a clip on his ass.
His parents, at their home. Stabbing. Then burn down all the properties that he owns.
Your sister, one of three places. At her house. At work or at the arena. Basically one of two ways at home or the arena. Beating or stabbing. At her workplace, stabbing
Your brother, probably one or the other in his home
Your sister, at her home. Probably the beating or stabbing.
Your parents, for your mother, either at home or at her workplace. Probably a stabbing.
Your father, at home, stabbing to either side of his neck. Enough to bring him down.
So now what the fuck do you want to do?? Cause I will not tolerate no more. I will not deal with you rubbing shit in my face. Not from you or anyone from your family. I suggest you run.