(Disclaimer: This post is for entertainment and artistic purposes only. I have not at this time, nor will I in the near or distant future, ever hold a women hostage in my current or future place of residence without their prior consent and subsequent knowledge. The views expressed in this post do not reflect the poster's real views. Any resemblance to similar views found in other posts are entirely coincidental.)
Just imagine it. Your basement. It's dimly lit, barely enough to see. There are about 5 females or would have you.
Just imagine the looks on their faces, the quiver in their voices as they beg you to let them go.
But you're not going to let them go, are you?
I've always pictured this exact scenario (or variations of it) in my head.
The feeling of being able to decide whether they live or get sent to Hell is exhilarating beyond words.
Just imagine it. Your basement. It's dimly lit, barely enough to see. There are about 5 females or would have you.
Just imagine the looks on their faces, the quiver in their voices as they beg you to let them go.
But you're not going to let them go, are you?
I've always pictured this exact scenario (or variations of it) in my head.
The feeling of being able to decide whether they live or get sent to Hell is exhilarating beyond words.
. Still I'd rather be captured by some prime Stacy and be forced to marry her.
