Snow White and the 7 hits of ACiD
now White was a very, very sexy young woman. Men were falling to her charm like flies. Every night
she would bring a different man home and have sex with him for hours and hours. Time and again she
would scream in deep, profound extacy. The evil manager of the nearby McDonald's was very angry:
although she was quite enjoyable to look at, Snow White would always get to sleep with the men who had
refused her. Eventually, she started to assemble the darkest of plans to get rid of her. With the help of her
evil minded father, who coincidently happened to be the head of the national chemistry research laboratory
located in the area, she began executing coldly her hellish ploy.
On a sunny afternoon, Snow White made the weirdest encounter one could possibly be involved in. While happily crossing the woods, she heard a handful of men singing exotic ballads. Following her auditory senses, she discovered quite a wonder: 7 naked muscular men carrying mining tools just skimming through the woods. After observing for a period of time, she noticed that every single one of them reflected a distinct part of someone's personality. Like separate, mixed up parts of a puzzle, begin re-united rather oddly.
She was beginning to grow very tense when she left the woods. Today's extraordinary meeting in the forest was overwhelming. She spent the following night, lost in her own thoughts, attempting aimlessly to figure out how such a bizarre experience could have possibly happened. Her mind could not even barely grasp a concept of those dimensions.
'Everything is well under way', she quickly thought. She was absolutely right. Three mornings later, the final product was already in the making. It was a well-conceived sequence of actions that would occur later during the same day. It was absolutely diabolical: she had purposedly picked the number Seven as the quantity of units to produce. Seven archangels. Seven deadly sins. It couldn't have been more appropriate. The action would be fast and precisely timed. Enter, drop the hits, leave. Then the wait would begin. It could take a while. But it would eventually happen. Snow White would drink coffee, and along with it all Seven hits of ACiD. They would make her go blind. Her nose would bleed. They would induce heavy pain and uncontrollable spasms. She would eventually want to cut herself everywhere, and do it, dying in a bloodbath of her own. The apocalyptic vision was running over and over in her head. She smiled.
'The day had started well, why is this?', she thought in a flash. No more than a minute after she finished drinking her coffee cup, her mind began getting rapidly filled with horrifying hallucinations of the worst atrocities. But her body had been fine at that time. Until the first sharp, concise burst of pain. The pain which was slowly but surely spreading and rising in intensity, while the visions became more and more dreadful, draining the last parcels of energy she still had within her soul.
The whole room was spinning. She couldn't see clearly anymore: it was becoming darker and darker. Suddenly, she realized she was going blind. There was no coming back, she could tell: the intense sensation of burning in her eyes suggested that. But very more urgent was the need to get rid of them. Cut them off. They were hurting her arms and legs and neck. She could see them. "A knife would do. I need a knife. I will die without it. The knives are in the kitchen. Quick. Here we are. Quick. Die bastards!" Those were her last thoughts before she ended grossly and abruptly her once peaceful existance.
The 'Naked Men' had heard the shockful screams of deadly pain. Being who they were, and considering the responsabilities each and every single one of them carried, their intervention felt quite natural to all of them. Their role was to heal and 're-assemble' people that would get badly lacerated and the such before they crossed the Portals. It is usually not possible to restore your body for eternity, but this group made some exceptions to that rule. Snow White would be a Special One there. She would enjoy eternity more than any human souls had ever possibly imagined or dreamt of.
The police discovered the corpse the following morning. An eighty-nine years old woman saw it and ran in panic to call the emergency service. Within minutes, a handful of police cars and ambulances arrived at the victim's house. It was excessively disgusting and many officers remained ill for a while. The hardest was to collect all the scattered pieces of her massacred, once beautiful, fingers. The old lady also died of a heart attack only minutes later.
Her celebration was considerably shortened when she got fired from McDonald's for dropping boiling oil on a fellow manager and third-degree burning him on 72% of his body and getting robbed and stabbed walking back home that night. She died slowly and very painfully, her empty look gazing at the far- away stars when her heart pumped blood through her veins for the last time ever.
She felt so peaceful, smooth, soft, comfy now. Everything was calm.There was no noise except for the soft wind blowing tenderly on a bright midsummer day. The clothes were gone. Just like the severe wounds. Her body and her pretty face were once again attractive. Just like they had been before. What happened didn't bother her anymore. All was fine now. She need not bother anyhow; the past no longer mattered. As a matter of fact, time itself was irrelevant. This was another plane of existance. Only that the sex was much, much better...
That's it folks! The morale of this story is never, and I mean it, never have more than six hits of acid a day. The seventh can easily be replaced by smoking crack or drinking a keg of beer.
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