Life of Rozyag
You run down the stairs squealing just as any other 10 year old child would, in the living room you find your dad, he turns to face you with a face of hatred.
"I'M SICK OF YOU AND YOUR SHIT, YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD NOW, HEAR ME?"
You take no note of his words or expression and run right at him, with one swift stroke your dad raises his arm and swipes you across the room into a wall. You neck snaps as it is as thin as paper.
"THAT WAS PISS FUCKING EASY"
(when the fuck are you gonna learn that daddy is bad?)
"I'M SICK OF YOU AND YOUR SHIT, YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD NOW, HEAR ME?"
You take no note of his words or expression and run right at him, with one swift stroke your dad raises his arm and swipes you across the room into a wall. You neck snaps as it is as thin as paper.
"THAT WAS PISS FUCKING EASY"
(when the fuck are you gonna learn that daddy is bad?)
