November 12, 2025

[QuiteAlright]

I’m on the interstate at ~ 7:05 a.m. The guy in the Tesla, mid 30s, wearing a Patagonia vest, cuts me off doing 82. I flash my lights once. He flips me off. I follow him to the next exit.

I pull up beside him at the red light and tell him my wife is in labor and I need help. He believes me. He rolls his window down. I reach in, knife through the seatbelt, and drag him into my trunk in under nine seconds.

We’re at the usual gravel pit by ~ 7:41 a.m. I tie him to the bumper. Drill first (both kneecaps) slowly, so he feels every rotation. Then I cut his pants open and fuck the fresh holes while the gravel digs into his back. His screams arouse me. I finish, pour the gasoline over him, and light the match exactly when he starts begging.

The car burns for twenty minutes. No plates, no witnesses, no Tesla guy. Just another missing commuter the highway patrol files under “runaway.”

(All of this is just fantasy)
@Afton

 

[muscipla]

yeah sounds good

 

[Afton]

I’m on the interstate at ~ 7:05 a.m. The guy in the Tesla, mid 30s, wearing a Patagonia vest, cuts me off doing 82. I flash my lights once. He flips me off. I follow him to the next exit.

I pull up beside him at the red light and tell him my wife is in labor and I need help. He believes me. He rolls his window down. I reach in, knife through the seatbelt, and drag him into my trunk in under nine seconds.

We’re at the usual gravel pit by ~ 7:41 a.m. I tie him to the bumper. Drill first (both kneecaps) slowly, so he feels every rotation. Then I cut his pants open and fuck the fresh holes while the gravel digs into his back. His screams arouse me. I finish, pour the gasoline over him, and light the match exactly when he starts begging.

The car burns for twenty minutes. No plates, no witnesses, no Tesla guy. Just another missing commuter the highway patrol files under “runaway.”

(All of this is just fantasy)
@Afton

need more black ppl in your stories

 

[QuiteAlright]

need more black ppl in your stories

October 17, 2024

The local n****r who ran the neighborhood “reparations now” group and spent every weekend yelling about how the system owed him for slavery. I pulled up to his block party wearing the fake city-council shirt that I bought from a local vendor and told him I had grant money for his cause. He let me right into the community center basement because n*****s like him always love free cash, no better than the kikes.

By 9:47 a.m. he was duct-taped to a folding table. I sliced him open from belly button to balls, slow, so the guts flopped out warm and shiny. I fucked the hole while I screamed “here is systemic racism,” laughing once under my breath because the only system working right now was my dick tearing through his intestines. I came inside the mess, then packed the walls with enough C4 to put Al Qaeda to shame. Timer set for the 11 a.m. youth basketball game upstairs. He got to watch the red numbers tick down while he bled out.

The blast turned the whole center into smoking bricks, the News called it “a tragic gas leak.”
Reparations delivered

(Again, all fantasy)