Little Jimmy whined like a bitch when I stuck a poker through his eye socket. Careful though. I had to be careful, I didn't want to get to the mushy brain matter behind Little Jimmy's eyes. Puppies eyes are so damn delicate because they lead right to the brain, and even a tad bit too much pressure could kill Little Jimmy, and killing Little Jimmy was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted him to be conscious so that everyday he bumped into the living room furniture it would serve as a reminder to his master not to fuck with me.
Not that I really minded blinding that little pecker. Fucking thing barked all night, even pissed on me the few times I was generous enough to pick him up and petted him.
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His master won't notice because he is already dead.
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