I really wish I woulda saved the chatlogs. Moreso than the vore stories he cooked up, he'd come up with new ways he'd kill me every time I:
-didn't give him a handbra picture
-didn't give him any loveual pictures
-didn't give him my address
-said he couldn't visit me IRL
-said he couldn't have love with my friends
-said I didn't love him
-said I'd never love him
-said he was fat
-made a fat joke
-made a being-poor joke
-made a highschool dropout joke
-made a college dropout joke
I remember after he found out my last name, he said that he'd show up to my house while I was at school, shoot my dad, and wait for me to get home. Then he'd subdue me, cut off each individual digit with a knife heated in hot grease so that it'd cauterize as it cut and I wouldn't bleed out. Then he'd cut off my clitoris and my labia, and then rape my ass until I shat myself. Then he'd just leave me to starve to death or something once all my appendages and my genitals were sliced off and he'd beaten me sufficiently.
I mean, I woulda went to the police if I wasn't falling out my chair laughing at him.
Okay, I had respect for Iban, but if what you're saying is true, he needs to get some help.
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