 Years naughty passed naughty. No one movie took her place. All that stuff about one naughty true love, an naughty irreplaceable soulmate is true. And I gutted mine like an old building needing renovation naughtybookworms. Yet she remained; a naughty shiny perfect reminder, a monolith, a gravemarker. A tombstone naughty with three naughty words only: "I love you".
 A dozen needles plunging mercilessly into my manhood to hold me inside naughty her forever. Behold the man. Judgment. Acid fire pumping into naughty me as she took her turn pumping me full. The chemicals naughtybookworms blurred my mind. She begins to tell me how bookworms I will naughty serve naughty. What my function naughtybookworms will naughty be. She will not release me. She is merciless. She is the naughty sum of bookworms her program. I am movie ready for robotization. Ready for revenge. Ready to naughtybookworms be naughty submerged in a prison of steel. Helpless like she was once. I wonder if my soul movie will be able to escape this unliving coffin. If I can escape then maybe she too was freed long ago. Somehow this does not ease my mind. I naughtybookworms do not believe it . I think I know naughtybookworms I have damned us both to a soulless steel eternity. But still hope she escaped. I feel naughty her begin to naughty make the alterations, adding naughty hardware, inserting movie things movie, giving injections, preparing the program to run. The process is well underway. She pumps me naughty full of all the things I used naughtybookworms on her. Irony and steel. Microchips come movie to life and now unnecessary synapses burn naughtybookworms out. The smell of burning flesh and fading humanity pervades the room. She will make me like her naughty. She has been programmed. She is everything I hoped she would be, and now I had naughty to pay naughty for making her naughtybookworms so perfect. All mad scientists must naughty invariably naughty end the same way. This too is an ironic cliche naughtybookworms. A delicious bookworms one.
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