To Baila Morena

[Breeze]

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There once was a Reaver,
Who killed with a Cleaver.

Peaches was his name,
Killing fools was his game.

He would find her.
She'd call, he'd answer.

It was true love he was sure,
He just wanted it so much more.

Without her there,
His heart was all bare.

But not to worry,
They'd be sorry.

I'm coming for you my dear. When I do they shall pay and we shall be together forever.

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Signed,

Your Favourite Little [color=#FF6666]P[color=#FF9966]each.

[Veygaar]

The image comes up with Baila badly beaten, gagged, and tied to a chair in a dark room. Alvarez Santiago stands beside her...

Oh... Oh look whore. We've a message from your knight in shining armor. So you have something to say to him my sweet? Anything? WELL SPEAK UP! he strikes her furiously across the face Oh heh... Silly me, forgot the gag. Santiago gripped Baila by the jaw as he pulled the cloth out Shh shh shh shhhhh... he picked up a blade of considerable size from a table beyond the shadows, holding the edge above Baila's palm

All you get to hear... little boy, is your hooker's SCREAMS!

He swung down, piercing Baila's hand, twisting the knife as he looked directly forward, almost... laughing. Baila's cries almost drowns out the last sentence the old man rasps out.

Let's hear a poem about THIS little situation eh BOY!?

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Veygaar for Admin Moderator 2013!!!

[Breeze]

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I haven't got a rhyme. I have something much better than that. A song. When I find you, and I will, your scalp is mine. Rest assured I will be the one who ends your miserable life. You only hurt people 'cus you're hurting inside. I pity you and your fellow trash. I shall end your suffering.

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Signed,

Your Favourite Little [color=#FF6666]P[color=#FF9966]each.