This Bloody Island - Part 2 of 4

Name: DaSolution
Title: This Bloody Island - Part 2: Orders from Yvonne
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Bad Girls, they belong to Shed Productions. Kim Tate is a character from a Nikki/Helen fan fiction called... I don't remember, it was at badgirlsonline.co.uk, and I can't stand that witch.
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Cassie and Roisin, Snowball Merriman
Rating: R
Summary: Yvonne ask me to do her a favour: To deal with Cassie and Roisin also with Snowball Merriman.

Note: I'll admit, the grammar and spelling sucks because I did the entire story in about 1 week without doing any serious spell checking or grammar checking. I didn't want to use Microsoft Word's spell checker because it would Americanise my story. However I installed OpenOffice the other day and I like that program more than Microsoft Word. Now that you know what's going on, the only thing I got to say is fuck you Microsoft Word, fuck you America, fuck you Great Britain, fuck all of you dumb dykes at AfterEllen, fuck you Liz May Brice, fuck you Debra Stephenson, fuck you ~~Montana~~ ~~Manhattan~~ Mandana Jones, fuck you Simone Lahbib and your jihad-crazy camel-humping family, and fuck you Bill Gates, you can kiss my ass you nerdy monopolistic bitch.

Chapter 1: Who's uglier? Linda Henry or Glenn Close?

Somewhere in East London, probably in crappy Brixton.

Going to East London is kinda like going to Bensonhurst in Brooklyn, one big dump with a lot of white trash (or as they would say 'pikey'). East London is the English-speaking White Trash capital in the world, I don't care what anybody thinks or says (OK so maybe West Liverpool is even bigger...). It's more white trash than West Virginia and Nova Scotia combined, and believe me there are LOTS of hosers in Nova Scotia (Don't know what a hoser means? Then look it up in Wikipedia). The reason why I said "English-speaking" is that there's still Poland and Russia. Especially when I come to this area I see a whole lot of chavs. I feel insulted when I see them, they take a lot of African-American Hip-Hop culture and yet they go around calling black people 'knick-knocks' (means nigger).

I went to meet Yvonne Atkins the other day at her home in East London. She's a hideous looking bitch but she's cool, especially with her new haircut she looks like Glenn Close, UGH! She met me in the States when she was looking for someone to kill a guy that owes her and her late husband Charlie money.

"Over 'ere Briney Marlin'. " She said that with her God Damn Cockney accent. Here she goes again with that Rhyming Slang bullshit, a type of slang that the working class in East London uses.

"Please don't be using that Rhyming Slang shit on me. I hate it very much."

"I won't if ya daan't use that Ebonics bollocks from the bleedin' States." She said with her usual charm.

"I'm not from the States Yvonne, even though I lived in the States for a long time."

"Sorry darlin', I keep on forgettin'."

"So what's the problem now Yvonne? Another one of Lauren's boyfriends you don't like? Somebody hasn't paid? One of your girls grassed on you?" For those who don't know, grassed means to tell or snitch.

"Na somethin worse and I kna you're the chuffin' perfect geezer for the job." (No something worse and I know you're the perfect man for the job. In England 'geezer' means dude, not someone who's old and crusty.)

"God damn, it must be that bad."

"Yeah, Ya kna Cassie and Roisin?"

"Unfortunately yes, they're one of those people. They were in Larkhall at one time. I heard Cassie is good with computers."

"Yeah she is, well they 're attracted ter me and 'ave been tryin' ter shag me." (Well they like me and they are trying to fuck me.)

When I heard that I knew what was my job which at that point brought a smile on my face. After all putting those people in their places is what I do best, and that place is usually six feet deep.
Bringing pain, suffering and humiliation to those people is my passion, my favourite though is humiliation.

"Ya kna I rather shag Fenner than ter shag those people." That is by no means a complement, there is no love lost between her and the most manipulative and corrupted Prison Officer in the world Jim Fenner. He's also a good friend of mine which Yvonne didn't like. However if it wasn't for Jim's connections and my -ahem- persuasion, her Cockney ass would still be in Larkhall.

"But listen love I got a question ter ask ya, Why 're ya back 'ere in England? People still remember wot ya did ter Saffron Burrows and Alan Cummings. Ya kna those people really 'ate ya 'ere."

"I created too much heat back in North America and I was looking for Shell." Didn't mention Denny and Shaz since she's close to them but knowing Yvonne she probably knew that I was looking for them as well.

"Besides the more they hate me, the better I feel."

"That's bleedin' intrestin'... I kna wot ya did back in the States and wot ya did ter that bloody bitch Shell. Ya kna nuffin' escapes from Yvonne Atkins." she said with that grin of hers and a wink.

I responded with a grin of my own "That's why you're still my favourite lady here in England and that's also why I was willing to kill your husband after the trail and also the foreman he paid off. By the way how are the girls (or as she would say 'birds') doing Yvonne, especially Shareen? It's been a while since I got a piece of that big Turkish booty."

"She na runs wahn of me knockin' shops now. But she's still available if ya wahnt a jolly good shag." (She's running one of my brothels, but she's still available to be fucked.)

All I said was "Sweet!"

Now I know some of you are wondering why am I excited to have sex with a ho? Well here in England there's ten times less people than in America, yet there are ten times uglier women. America may have Mischa Barton but England has Sally Hawkins, Jodhi May, Liz May Brice, etc... And Shareen is a very, very rare beauty here in England. Canada has roughly the same amount of people as England but at least the women are much better looking.

"I kna ya loike me birds since they're the best and cleanest women in aw of Great Britain, but why daan't ya try a sexy woman wif more experience." when she said that she showed her smiled and gave me a wink.

When she told me that at first I was shocked, then I was trying not to throw up, just the thought of fucking that ugly-ass woman with her worn-out, used-up pussy gave me the creeps. God I'm gonna have nightmares tonight.

While still trying to hold my vomit I told Yvonne this: "Yvonne, I'm a good friend of yours and nothing else. You would have better chance of fucking PO Josh Mitchell than me." Josh Mitchell was just a worker for Larkhall prison before he became a Prison Officer. He's a goofy-looking mother fucker who makes weird faces like Rodney Dangerfield when he talks but he's also cool to hang with. Being the horny bitch that she is Yvonne tried to shag him but with his good judgement he turned her down. He got a thing for a former inmate named Crystal Gordon, a Holy-Rolling, zealous, Jesus-freak kleptomaniac who makes Winona Ryder look like a common pick pocketer. That bitch is always talking about Jesus and how I'm gonna go to hell if I don't repent. I was gonna slap the Black off of that bitch but Josh was able to talk me out of it. How the fuck does Josh put up with that uppity bitch, I'll never know.

"Na speakin' of experience, why did ya kill Kim Tate? I kna ya two disagreed wif each ovver but she was the bloody best 'it woman 'round."

"As good of a hit woman as she was, Kim was one of those people and the only way to cure those people is a bullet in the head. But there were other reasons, she didn't like that fact that I was a better killer and manipulator than she was. So she tried to seduce me, but I saw it a mile away what she was trying to do. So I killed her son and other known relatives of hers to prevent any type of revenge, then I killed that nasty bisexual bitch. It was gonna be me or her, and I damn sure know it's wasn't gonna be me. She thought that she was ruthless, but unfortunately she met someone who was even more ruthless."

Yvonne didn't dare say a word. She knows how dangerous I can be but now she got an even more glimpse of what I can do if you try to fuck with me, so let that be a warning: DON'T FUCK WITH ME!

"Anyways she was nothing more than a country cunt. I'm a well-educated man who grew up in a poor area but was able to get a Masters in Electrical Engineering, however I also have other degrees."

"Wot do ya mean?"

"Well I have a PhD in Ass kicking (or Arse kicking for you Brits), a Masters in Slamming People Through Tables (especially those people), another PhD in Torturing and Maiming, another Masters in Humiliating Queers and making those people's lives miserable, and an Honorary PhD for my contributions toward Fire Science." I said backing it up with a silly grin.

She just looked at me with shocked and didn't say a word.

"There's wahn more fin' I wahnt ya ter do for me. It's me son's new slapper Snowball Merriman, I daan't loike 'ere wahn bit and I wahnt ya ter kill 'er." (There's one more thing I want you to do for me, It's my son's new slut Snowball Merriman, I don't like her one bit and I want you to kill her.)

When she said the name Snowball Merriman, my blood started to boil. Me and Snowball were in a drug trade back in Miami and things went well as usual, but after the trade we went to a bar. She slipped a mickey in my drink and took all the money. I've been looking for that bitch for a long time.

"I'll kill that bitch, trust me it's personal when it comes to Snowball. Well I gotta get myself ready to take care of Cassie and Roisin. Was there anything else you need?"

"No."

"OK then, take care of yourself Yvonne."

"You too love."

So I left Yvonne's place with a new goal, to eliminate Cassie and Roisin. However I think I need to stop by and pay a visit to Shareen...

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 2: She Ain't That Much of a Whiz Kid

After my "meeting" with Shereen, I was getting hungry, so I went and got myself another Fish and Chips since that's the only damn food they make in this country that taste good. I can't stand English food with their horrible Bubbles and Squeak, bland Cornish Pies, starchy Chip Butty, questionable Black Pudding (what's in is really?), and worse of all those meatballs they call Faggots (I'm not kidding, that's the name). I don't know about you but my mouth ain't gonna touch no part of a Faggot, I don't care how good the balls taste!

I was also getting sick and tired of eating Chicken Tikka Masala, Lamb Donners and Fried Chicken. Oh my god, England is worse than the American South when it comes to fried chicken, there's fried chicken everywhere! And most of the stores (shops) have ridiculous names like Texas Fried Chicken or Uncle Sam's Fried Chicken. I never thought I would find myself missing Harvey's, Swiss Chalet, Mr. Sub or Pizza Pizza, even though I don't eat any of that crap back at home.

I was able to break into Cassie and Roisin's home, it was not a problem since British home security is a joke. She has three cats in her house (Lesbians and cats, I tell you...) and there were hairballs all over the place. I didn't know if it came from the cats or from Cassie and Roisin... Computer genius Cassie Tyler was on a computer sending the CIA, Scotland Yards, Interpol and AfterEllen(dot)com the latest information on my activities. She was also looking at underage lesbian porn at the same time (kinky freak isn't she?) She had a picture of Mischa Barton as the background picture for her computer. My god, that dyke has terrible taste in women. I thought that junkie lezbo Roisin was bad and ugly enough but Mischa Barton? That's ugliness to a whole new lever.

In the room she also had pictures of Sally Hawkins, Jodhi May, Elenor Roosevelt, Sandra Bernard, Sandra Bernhardt, Linda Tripp, and that skank bag Lindsey Lohan. Somebody needs to smack some sense into this woman, she likes them ugly!

I know she's been spying on me, I saw her back in Spain when I killed those three Tortilla Flappers Shell, Denny and Shaz. However she was able to escape before I can catch her, but she has nowhere to run now. I don't give a damn about Scotland Yards and the CIA but it's AfterEllen that worries me. They hired that hard-to-kill, pussy-eating, Sapphire Sister bitch Painkiller Jane to kill me after I wiped out their website and redirect the URL for their domain name to a different website. When some stupid twat typed in www(dot)afterellen(dot)com, what they saw was a male escort service! I though that I was helping them out, most of those vibrator-abusing dykes sure needed it! I finally got rid of that bitch but it wasn't easy.

Before then I had nothing against AfterEllen, it was just a stupid website that bitches and moans constantly about how lesbians portrayed in media, how most bisexual female celebrities are dating men (I know the answer to that one), and why most open lesbians won't play lesbian roles on TV and movies. Basically it was a site that gave me laughs, but after they hired a mercenary to kill me, I wanted to do more than just wipe out their website, so I blew up their office. Amazingly a lot of outed and closeted lesbian and bisexual female celebrities put their money into rebuilding AfterEllen. Now they're in a state-of-the-art building in Los Angeles with top notch security and a more stable and secure website. It would be impossible for me to hack into their server or blow up their building now.

Back to those two Lezbo Losers, little did she knew that I got her MS Messenger user name and that she was on my buddy list. So with my latest Blackberry that can connect to the Internet I messaged her. I was hiding behind the wall next to the office room.

SarahWatersIzAMan (my IM name): Hi Cassie

Cassie was stunned when she saw this, I can't blame her though.

CassienovaLova: Who are you?

SarahWatersIzAMan: Who I am is not important to you, what's important to you is that you better get off my case or else...

CassienovaLova: What are you talking about? I don't understand.

SarahWatersIzAMan: You've contacted the CIA, Scotland Yards, Interpol, and AfterEllen about me.

CassienovaLova: OMG you're...

Before she could complete the sentence I appeared in front of the office room and said "That's right Fingersmith, it's me."

Cassie was terrified and shocked to see me, she couldn't say a word.

"Didn't expect to see me did ya?"

"How did you get in?"

"British home security ain't worth shit."

"You better get out of before I..."

"What? Call the cops? I cut off the phone lines and stole your cell phone, you homosexual whore. I did see you back in Seville, you was very lucky to escape from me because I was gonna kill you there. Now you made it easier for me to kill you and your Pussy Pal Roisin, or to make it clearer to you I mean your Fanny Friend Roisin."

While she was trembling she told me this: "What do you get out of killing us? Why do you hate us so much? What made you want to kill Saffron Burrows and Alan Cummings the way you did?"

"I get the pleasure of making the world a better place from you people. The reason why I hate 'those people' so much is because you stupid queers keep on asking for this rights and that rights, you discriminate other persecuted groups like mines, and you go against the nature of things: A man is not suppose to act feminine, a woman is not suppose to act masculine, an asshole wasn't made to take a dick in, a pussy wasn't made for a tongue. Contrary to what TV and movies may want you to believe (that includes Bad Girls) most lesbians are fat, ugly and try to act like a man."

"Also a key for a species to survival is procreation, I've yet to see a man impregnating another man and a woman impregnating another woman, although it's been tried (I've talked about that in This Bloody Island Part 1, Chapter 1). Thus since those people don't have the ability to procreate they are consider the lower end of the gene pool. So I'm basically doing the world a favour by 'cleaning up the gene pool.' Plus, you queers keep on saying that you were born this way, but what it is really is nothing more than a behaviour, I'm sick and tired of you queers comparing our discrimination to yours when it is not the same thing. A final reason why I can't stand 'those people' is because you spread A.I.D.S. like wildfire. Look what it's doing to the whole world now!"

"But we suffered injustice just like your group did!"

"YOU HAVE THE MOTHER FUCKING NERVES TO TALK TO ME ABOUT INJUSTICE! I'll tell you about injustice Twat Tickler. When I was a young kid, I grew up in a run-down house with my parents. The area we lived in didn't have electricity or running water and municipal dump trucks use to dump trash in our areas. However we were a strong community that fought for basic municipal services, but we never got it and the funny thing was that we won the case. As well, the city government decided to build a new highway bridge through our neighbourhood and since most of the people don't have legal titles to their houses they felt like they can do what they want to do with us, and they did. We fought hard to keep our house but the bulldozer came to knock our house down. Me and my parents were in tears, I was very young but I still remember it like it was yesterday."

"They eventually knock down all of the houses in the neighbourhood and finally they knock down the church which was the pillar of the community. After the church was destroyed any hope for the community to rebuild was gone, however the story doesn't end there. We were moved to a shitty public housing (or bloody government/council estates for you Brits) that was dangerous and far away from the community. To add insult to injury they used municipal dump trucks to move the remaining personal possessions we had to our 'new home.' Now the land is nothing more than a useless park with a useless bridge, and how did the government pay us back for this injustice? They put up a broken sundial in the park. Mother fuckers."

I continued my speech, bringing up about groups who really suffered injustice and didn't have a closet to run to:

"Was your group even been slaves? NO!"
"Was your group ever sent to death camps in Nazi Germany? NO!. I know those people were sent to concentration camps, but that's not the same thing and their fate wasn't the same as those Jews."
"Was your group force to live in reserves like the First Nations/Aboriginal people? NO!"
"Was your group force to live in apartheid? NO!"
"Was your group sent to detention camps in a 'free' country like the US because of some stupid country like Japan joined the bad guys? NO!"

"So how can you tell me this crap about suffering injustice? But enough of my lecture, I came here to get a job done. Type this bitch!"

And with that I grabbed her keyboard and smacked her with it. Then I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. After that I picked her up and slammed her through the computer desk.

Roisin heard the noise in the office room and came as soon as she could.

"Hi Roisin, care to join us."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOT YOU!"

"Fuck yeah, it's me you junkie lezbo."

I first grabbed that ugly junkie lezbo and told her "Do you want some smack?"

"Absolutely!"

"OK then close your eyes." And she closed her eyes. I can't believe the bitch is that stupid.

"SMACK!!!" I just smacked the shit out of her hoping she would turn beautiful and that her eyes wouldn't look so funny but she was still ugly. I was just laughing at that ugly dumb cunt.

Then I grabbed Roisin and punched that dirty cunt a few times in her face, after that I dragged her by her hair to the washroom and shoved her face in the toilet. It had urine in it.

"You should be used to tasting piss by now from all the time you've been eating Cassie's pussy."

After that I grabber her by the hair again and picked up Cassie by the hair along the way, I then dragged them both down the steps. They were screaming and hollering from the pain.

"You're lucky I didn't kick both of you down the steps."

I sat both of them in the kitchen and tied both of them together with barbed wires. Then I got my branding iron and burned "DYKE" on both of their foreheads. Cassie was very upset about it. I then saw a ring on Cassie's ring finger, yep it's a Sapphire Sisters ring. I broke her ring finger out of spite and took the ring. It's a souvenir for me.

"Why are you upset? You were always open about it, now you don't have to tell anybody because they can see it far away, literally!" I started to laugh.

Roisin was about to cry so I told her "Now your kids will know that mummy is a big junkie dyke, LOL!" I said that with a mocking British accent.

She was now literally in tears so I told her even more. "Oh by the way, your lost your visitation rights to your kids and they have moved to Australia."

Now she was screaming and hollering and so was Cassie so I got two dirty flags (gay rainbow flags), wiped the toilet bowl with it and stuff it in their mouths. I tried to stuff it down their throats but they were already clogged with hairballs they got from eating each other out (these dykes are worse than cats...). Then I opened the refrigerator and saw nothing but tofu products, bean sprouts, organic fruits and vegetables, soy milk and some fish, pork and seafood. Most lezbos are vegetarians but they need a good deal of fish and pork in their diet if you know what i mean ;-) So I grabbed a Rainbow Trout from the fridge and started to slap Cassie with it.

"Stop it, please stop it, for the sake of God!"

"I though you like that fish smell all over your face, LOL"

I stopped slapping her after her face was totally red like a lobster, so I laughed at her and her girlfriend.

"Don't worry girls, I'm not laughing WITH you, I'm laughing AT you, LOL!"

Cassie then spoke "Even while you're laughing at me and planning to kill me I'm still proud to be a lesbian. I am very comfortable at what I am and that will never change."

"Good, because that makes me more comfortable of killing you."

With that I poured gasoline on them and told them this before their eventual fate: "You may have been lucky when you saved that butthole bandit Neil Grayling from the fire, but you won't be so lucky this time."

I lit the match and thew it on them. They were on fire and so was the rest of the house.

"Now I got some more business to take care of..."

END OF PART 2, CHAPTER 2

Chapter 3: A Snowball's Chance In My Hell

Now it's time to take care of some serious business, to kill off Snowball. Yvonne told me that Ritchie has been seeing Snowball at a warehouse in South London. Snowball's been hiding from the police since she escaped from Larkhall. She may have gotten the upper hand on me that one time, but little did she knew that I have very strong connections here in London. I found the warehouse and entered in quietly. She was in one of the rooms talking to someone on her cell phone and I was hiding behind the wall next to the door to the room. I was just waiting for the right time to surprise her but I didn't have to do that. When she came out of the room I sneaked up behind her and got a choke hold on her with my right arm and held the point of the Raging Bulldagger to her temple with my left hand.

"Hello Snowball"

"Oh bloody fuckin' shit! Please tell me it's a nightmare."

"Yeah it is, a real-life nightmare for you! Please tell me why did you try to poison me and steal the money. Remember we agreed to share it 50-50?"

"Yes, but I didn't do it for selfish reasons, I did it for more personal reasons. You killed most of my friends and ex-lovers that were in the porn business because you considered them 'those people'. I still remember hearing how you viciously and sadistically tortured, maimed, and killed my good friend Jenna Jameson. You pretty much single-handedly eliminated the porn industry, making it hard for me to find a job. But I'll never, ever forgive you for how you killed my sweetheart Roxanne Rubyfruit. She was one of the top lesbian porn star in the world and she was also the love of my life, my world, my everything AND YOU TOOK IT ALL AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I thought she was telling me a joke, because bisexuals are incapable of truly loving someone and being in a committed relationship, especially someone who is of the same sex.

"I remember seeing her dead body lying in our bed, blood was all over the room, she had fishing wire marks on her neck, it also looked like someone stabbed her right in her pussy, and the biggest giveaway of them all was that her Sapphire Sisters ring was missing. Right then and there I knew it was you who was behind it. I took me a long time to get over her somewhat, even to this day I haven't totally gotten over her. My love of my life is now Ritchie, but at one time I loved her just as much. We were engaged and was planning to get married in Canada, yes Canada, a country I know you're very familiar with. However you killed her the day before we were going to get married, it seems that you really don't like gay marriages, so you had to eliminate one of us didn't you."

"It was more than that Snowball. Roxanne was starting a group with other porn stars to have me captured and arrested. I was planning to kill you on the same day but then I saw that you had strong connections with Colombian drug lords. I went through your laptop, your PDA, your black book and your bank statements."

"Yeah and you were just using me for those connections, you were planning to kill me after you got all of my connections. Thus I knew it was going to be either me or you. The poison I put in your drink was suppose to kill you, not put you in a hospital for eight weeks. You are so damn lucky."

"I don't know about me being lucky. I had my stomach pumped, had to take antibiotics and couldn't eat solid foods for a while. You put me through all that bitch!"

She was mad when I said that, she felt very insulted. She turned her head toward me as much as she can and said. "That was nothing compared to what you fucking put me through! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" and then she started to cry.

"Well the more you hate me, the better I feel." I said without any care.

She just kept on crying, I couldn't stand her crying so I told her this:

"Remember one time when we were talking about how you felt about jail, you told me that if you weren't on death row you would be on vacation? Well guess what? Vacation's over bitch!"

And with that I took her out of the choke hold and slammed her skank ass to the ground. Then I picked her up by the root of her hair and bring her close to the steps.

"GOING DOWN!"

I threw that bitch down the steps, laughing at her ever second that she was tumbling down. When the tumbling end, she was lying on the floor downstairs crying in pain. I went down the steps and kicked her on her tits just for good measure. Then I found some thumb tacks and spread it all over the floor. I then grabbed her and threw her on to it. She was screaming in agony. Then I grabbed her by the root of her hair and dragged her body on the remaining thumb tacks on the floor. I then had her standing up, it was hard for her since she was in great pain but I didn't give a fuck.

"Well I know that you like threesomes and swinging both ways so let me introduce to you a good friend of mine that also likes swinging both ways." And then I pulled out The Solution. Yes The Solution, a modified cricket bat with a titanium core in the middle and the rainbow flag near the tip of the bat so that those people will know who the bat was made for. I then beat the shit out of her with it, she found out the hard way that The Solution 'swings both ways' too, LOL!

I wasn't done yet. I grabbed two 4x4 boards and set them up like a cross. I then put Snowball's body on top of them and got some duct tape. I taped Snowballs legs behind the board, it left the area between her legs open. Then I taped Snowballs wrist and finger to the board, leaving the palms exposed.

"You're gonna find out by practise how I killed Jenna. You're going to be an example of what happens when people try to fuck with me."

She was now screaming and begging me to stop it, so I put the duct tape over her mouth just to shut her up. I then found some long nails and a hammer and nailed both of her hands to the board. Then I pull out the Raging Bulldagger. Yes the Raging Bulldagger, a strong and sturdy dagger with a bull's head at the bottom and decorated with sapphires on one side and black triangles on the other side. It was made for those hypocritical, contradicting, closet-enjoying, porn dykes. But as soon as I was about to stab her I saw something in front of me. It was an electrical hand buzz saw, so I grabbed the buzz saw and turned it on. I saw the total fear and tears that were coming out of her eyes. She was so scared that she started to sweat blood, that made it more interesting.

I was deciding where to start, at her neck or between her legs. It only took a few seconds for me to decided and I started right between her legs. I sawed all the way up to but not including her neck. The bitch was already dead.

"Now you will get my version of 'Deep Throat'."

I said that even though I knew she was already dead, so I took the buzz saw and stuck it right on her throat, but the blade on the buzz saw got stuck by all the hair that was in her throat, so I just left it there. I did me, Yvonne and Jim a favour, she at one time or another screwed all of us.

"Now that I'm done with her, I need to see one more person."

END OF PART 2, CHAPTER 3

Chapter 4: Dribble These Balls

I was at the house of John Amaechi, a never-was NBA basketball player from England who recently came out. Well now I'm gonna put him where he belongs, in the closet, better yet six feet deep. I was able to break into his house easily (like I said British Home Security ain't worth shit.) Then I was waiting for him to come home. When he finally came home he was stunned to see me.

"Well what took you so long?"

He didn't say a word for he knew what was gonna happen to him. There I was dribbling a basketball while he was looking.

"Why do men dribbling with big balls turn you on? Is that why you really joined the NBA?"

"No I love the game of basketball, well I used to but now I don't watch it anymore."

"So what do you do now?"

"I collect Princess Diana memorabilia, watch countless episodes of 'Are You Being Served' and 'Queer As Folk' on the telly (TV), and help my girlfriends shop for the latest clothes and curtains."

"Yeah, you are really a fruity, French, flaming, flamboyant, fudge packing, faerie, fire hosing, feminine, fruit cake, fairy cake, fingering buttholes, faggot, and I don't mean meatballs although I know you like to have 'meatballs' in your mouth, but instead have this 'meatball':"

So I stopped dribbling the basketball and chest pass it right at his mouth. His stumbled a little bit and his lips were busted.

"Are you disappointed that those balls can't fit in your mouth? You know they weren't made to be in your mouth, LOL."

"You bloody bastard!"

He was taller than me thus he had a reach advantage over me, so I knew I had to bring him down. I quickly went up to him and kneed him in the balls three times. Then I grabbed his bald head and continuously slammed it on the table like a basketball.

"Now that's what I call 'dribbling', LOL."

After that I pulled out The Solution. Then I beat the living fuck out of that fairy faggot with it. I told him "You know you're a disgrace to your Nigerian heritage by proclaiming that you belong to a group of people that sucks dick."

I brought him to the washroom and dunked his head in the toilet. He was struggling to get his head out

"SLAM DUNK!"

I then pull his head out of the lemonade-color water and said "Hey why are you complaining? Aren't you used to having pee all over you with those golden showers? LOL!"

However he spits the urinated water on my face, I can't believe he would do that nasty shit to me. He made a big mistake in making me mad, now this father-fucker is gonna pay!

"You tall-ass, dick-sucking, asshole-licking bitch! I'M GONNA GIVE YOU SOME SERIOUS PAIN!"

So I grabbed that effeminate homo by his neck and smashed his head into every window I can find in the house, then I kicked him in the stomach and punched him in the eye. Then I grabbed my Taser Gun and stung him right on his balls. He was screaming like the sissy he is.

"No wonder why you were never good in the NBA, your limp-wrist style isn't effective in basketball."

Then I tied him to his chair with some electrical cords (flex, lead, or whatever the fuck they say in Britain), I don't have anymore barbed wires.

"Now let me bring you down to a smaller size."

So I got a chainsaw and then started to cut his body to half.

"OH MY BLOODY GOD! NO! NO!"

The poof is now dead.

Now that I'm done with Cassie, Roisin, Snowball and John, I think I'll go relax,

Or I can visit Shareen one more time....

THE END OF PART 2