[align=center][div style="width: 245px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.2; color: #282828; margin-top: 4px;"][spoiler=THE LEILANI DIARIES]"you're daddy's favorite angel."
every time he said it, it didn't sound quite the same. every time he said it to me, i only thought of the knelt in front of him the office as he threw his head back in pleasure. he'd caught me watching him, and pulled from aside that day, made me promise not to tell anyone. "there's some things that you must know happen within these walls, leilani, but there are also some things that you shall not see. you'll understand within time but not right now but regardless, if you are at all faithful to the church you will understand that this remains sacred." i agreed, but only because i respect him and the word of the church, but i could care less about the maiden that stood at his feet. she has a husband, yet she looks at my father as if she'd rather be with him. it's quite sickening how desperate one could be, and sometimes i fantasize on what it might be like to suffocate her with a pillow. i don't feel rage; i feel nothing. but as the daughter of God, i feel like i have some kind of say, and to feel such feelings could only be in the wrong, although i must admit that there was no one quite like this man. he was great, unlike any other. lovely at the most.
sometimes i'd catch them looking at each other, knowingly during mass. whatever appetite i felt, disappeared, and i'd begin how lovely it'd be to slit her throat, there's something so personal about the fact. she'd suffer, but i wouldn't care. the thoughts are okay, as i only pray afterwards. i'd do it in my favorite white dress though, as the occasion is special to finally dispose the bitch from my life like the wasteless garbage she is.
and if you don't think i don't have say, or some intuition about who is truly faithful and who's not, my father came home, practically shaking from the rage in figuring out in secret, that she was planning to leave the church and move away. not just from him, but her husband and kids as well. he called her out in front of the church and from then on i knew what came next. she was called to the church for one last meeting, one bid goodbye, and i met her there. we had a conversation and i asked her about her future. she seems happy at what's to come, little does she know that there is no future to look forward to.
just like the day that i first met her, she's on her knees, but this time she begs for her life. she keeps saying she loves him as if it'd save her but neither her or I am phased. He gives me the gun, and as i pull the trigger, i am finally accomplishing what I've been fantasizing for three years.
They call this cleansing sacrifice but I hope she doesn't make it to heaven, but only burns in hell.[/spoiler]
every time he said it, it didn't sound quite the same. every time he said it to me, i only thought of the knelt in front of him the office as he threw his head back in pleasure. he'd caught me watching him, and pulled from aside that day, made me promise not to tell anyone. "there's some things that you must know happen within these walls, leilani, but there are also some things that you shall not see. you'll understand within time but not right now but regardless, if you are at all faithful to the church you will understand that this remains sacred." i agreed, but only because i respect him and the word of the church, but i could care less about the maiden that stood at his feet. she has a husband, yet she looks at my father as if she'd rather be with him. it's quite sickening how desperate one could be, and sometimes i fantasize on what it might be like to suffocate her with a pillow. i don't feel rage; i feel nothing. but as the daughter of God, i feel like i have some kind of say, and to feel such feelings could only be in the wrong, although i must admit that there was no one quite like this man. he was great, unlike any other. lovely at the most.
sometimes i'd catch them looking at each other, knowingly during mass. whatever appetite i felt, disappeared, and i'd begin how lovely it'd be to slit her throat, there's something so personal about the fact. she'd suffer, but i wouldn't care. the thoughts are okay, as i only pray afterwards. i'd do it in my favorite white dress though, as the occasion is special to finally dispose the bitch from my life like the wasteless garbage she is.
and if you don't think i don't have say, or some intuition about who is truly faithful and who's not, my father came home, practically shaking from the rage in figuring out in secret, that she was planning to leave the church and move away. not just from him, but her husband and kids as well. he called her out in front of the church and from then on i knew what came next. she was called to the church for one last meeting, one bid goodbye, and i met her there. we had a conversation and i asked her about her future. she seems happy at what's to come, little does she know that there is no future to look forward to.
just like the day that i first met her, she's on her knees, but this time she begs for her life. she keeps saying she loves him as if it'd save her but neither her or I am phased. He gives me the gun, and as i pull the trigger, i am finally accomplishing what I've been fantasizing for three years.
They call this cleansing sacrifice but I hope she doesn't make it to heaven, but only burns in hell.[/spoiler]
[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
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