Jakt och sexuell njutning.

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“Swiss Villa appeared deserted, except for Bill Clinton and George Bush who stood at the
edge of the woods with their hunting dogs at the ready to embark on ‘The Most Dangerous
Game’ of human hunting. (Clinton shared Bush’s passion for traumatising and hunting
humans)... Bush and Clinton were dressed alike in camouflage pants, army boots, and wind
breakers. The two also shared the trademark of wearing a cap of cryptic meaning. This time,
Bush’s camouflage cap had an orange insignia which said ‘Dear Hunter’. Clinton’s blue cap
read: ‘Aim High’ and had a picture of a rifle on it. Clinton appeared awkward with his hunting
rifle, while Bush looked like an expert marksman with his black rifle with elaborate scope.

‘The rules of the game are simple’ Bush began, triggering me by using the same words
that always preceded a most dangerous game.
“Clinton interrupted: ‘You run. We hunt.’

Bush continued: ‘This will be called “Hunt for a Virgin”’(Clinton chuckled) ‘and she’s it.’ He
pointed to Kelly who was still in my arms. ‘I catch you, she’s mine.’

Clinton spoke up: ‘You’ll have plenty of time to play with the dogs because they’ll have you
pinned down while we...’ (he slid a bullet in the chamber for emphasis) ‘...hunt down the
bigger game.’ Clinton glared at the ‘toy soldier’ with the waxy face. Toy soldier was a term I
often heard referring to the mind-controlled robotic ‘special forces’ young men who
operated under the New World Order.

The two guys ran for the woods. Carrying Kelly I began running, too. Judging from the
close proximity of the dogs barks, I had not gone far when they were turned lose. The five
barking dogs caught me right away and surrounded me. Kelly screamed as one snapped
at her leg and I automatically slapped at its face. I was convinced that the dogs were going
to tear us up by the time Bush and Clinton walked into the clearing. They seemed to be
engaged in a serious conversation until Bush looked up and smiled.

“‘She’s mine’, he claimed (referring to Kelly). ‘But then, she always has been. Let go.’
“As I walked passed Clinton, who was deep in thought, he mumbled ‘I thought you’d be
fucking a dog or something’. We walked the short way back in silence with Clinton veering off to the right as Bush directed me toward the two helicopters. The door of the helicopter next to me slid open and Clinton pushed the Italian into the helicopter.

‘I caught this one. He’s going to ride jump seat.’ Bush motioned for him to sit in the leather
chair marked for death by the black rose while I rode in the actual jump seat. ‘Come here little one’ Bush coaxed Kelly. ‘You can sit on Uncle George’s lap.’ He lifted her onto his lap as Clinton got in front with the pilot who was started the engines. ‘Over the lake, Jake’, Bush told the pilot.

“Flying over Swiss Villa’s deep remote lake, Bush set Kelly aside, stood up as far as he
was able in the helicopter, and slid the door open. The powerful wind blew Bush’s greasy
strands from his face as he gestured for the man (the Italian) to stand up.
“‘Free fall’, Bush instructed. ‘That’s an order.’
“‘Yes sir’ he replied as he stepped out of the door fully clad in his camouflage uniform and
military boots - with no parachute. I watched in horror as he fell to his death in the water
below, splatter and submerge...”

Om du inte är ett troll (vilket jag INNERLIGT hoppas på att du är), sök hjälp!
Det låter som om du just beskrivit handlingen i en otroligt dålig skräckfilm. Tror många läst den här tråden men blivit för äcklade eller chockade för att svara.
Jag är väldigt openminded när det gäller fetischer, sexuella läggningar mm, och stöter oerhört sällan på något som jag skulle ta avstånd från, men det här har jag inga ord för. Hoppas bara att jag slipper läsa om detta i kvällstidningarna.