amethyst
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- Apr 12, 2024
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I don't know what's real anymore. I feel like fainting. I walked in on my son sitting at my laptop watching gore with his dick in his hand. I had told him that I was going to go get a gallon of milk and a pack of marlboro reds from the store. When I get back he is there right in the living room watching a man blow his face off with a shotgun which then cuts to a cartel beheading ( I knew it by the Spanish yelling). The sounds and visuals were brutal, and my son let out an unholy moan I never thought he would be capable of. I grunted in shock and he turned around and gasped embarrassed. We both were pale as ghosts. I then went into a rage and told him off to his room. It's been 5 hours now and he hasn't came out of his room. Im bloody nauseous and want to just puke.. soyjak.blog, what to do?
