They kidnappped my children, and I am grived. This is not a call for help, for, spoiler alert, my children died. They were kidnapped and killed, and it is all my fault. Let me quickly share with you my story of how it all happened.
I was just browsing through the internet and found this video of these guys talking to these two hot girls. They had lots of make-up, and they looked attractive. I browsed through the channel, and some of his thumbnails were sexually suggestive, and therefore, also, very appealing. One thing led to another, and then this happened:
There was this guy I had known since some time ago. I did not like that guy, for I was jealous of his girlfriend. The guy looks gay, and he is a little girl and wears a condom. He looks like he wears more make-up than his girl, and over all I don't like the guy. Anyways, I saw him and his girlfriend in bed, and they got it on, and then the devil appeared.
Give me you children, and I'll give you the drug I gave you last time, said the devil.
Oh, yes, yes, please do! Everything for that! I said, stupidly. I just wanted to breed (f*ck) her.
Very well, we have a deal.
Before I knew it, my children were gone, and they were dying. They screamed, and they screamed out to me Father, O father, why? Why? I was speechless, for truly there was nothing I could tell them. What could I tell them? There was no hiding what I'd done. There was no excuse for what I'd done. I had just thrown them out into the pit, and they were slowly dying. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at my children cry in agony helplessly. I myself was helpless too.
I tried to hold back the tears. I did not want to appear weak to my children. But I could not hold them back. Hot tears fluttered down my face unto the ground, and I lost my composure. I sobbed and wailed. My children cried all the same. I sobbed with them.
My children were dead. And there was no hiding what I had done. I looked towards Satan, but he was nowhere to be found. He thrilled and then he killed, and there are no refunds. I now layed alone - no, there was no girl next to me, and the realization struck me - with my children dead on my groins and a floor wet with tears.
Now, this pains me, and it pains me exceedingly. My children were on my lap, and I had to clean the corpses... Curse the day I sold my children to the devil!
