lets figure this out once and for all, is she really dead or did she just fake her death like so many attention seeking internet personalities?
Lets figure this out once and for all...
Thomas Walker
Isaiah Morales
Jay Mazzerle killed her. All you need to know.
Anthony Rodriguez
She died because I pulled a Junko Furuta on her while Gay watched.
Furuta was held captive in the Minato residence for 40 days, during which time she was abused, raped and tortured.[10][11][12][13][14] The group responsible also invited and encouraged their other yakuza friends to torment Furuta. It was later said that over 100 men had participated in the rape and torture.[15] According to their trial statements, the four of them raped her over 400 times, beat her, starved her, hung her from the ceiling and used her as a "punching bag", dropped barbells onto her stomach, forced her to eat live cockroaches and drink her own urine, forced her to masturbate in front of them, and forced her to dance and sing to songs while being beaten. They inserted foreign objects into her vagina and anus, including a lit light bulb and fireworks. They burned her vagina and clitoris with cigarettes and lighters, and her eyelids with hot wax. They also tore off her left nipple with pliers and pierced her breasts with sewing needles. Furuta was said to slip into unconsciousness because of the repeated assaults, leading them to dunk her head into a bucket of water each time to continue the torture.[7][8][9][16] When her body was found, Oronamin C bottles were stuck up her anus and her face was unrecognizable.[17] She was also found to be pregnant, despite the severe damage to her uterus.[18]
Samuel Kelly
One late night in Chicago, a 14-year old prostitute named Clara Houston was walking her beat on North Avenue. A red van had been following her for a while, and Ciara was keen to get away from the road to avoid any police cars. She ducked down an alley and the red van followed. When Ciara opened the van's door to talk business, she found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.
The .45 was wielded by a stocky, fat man with greasy shoulder-length brown hair and eyes so brown that it matched the shit that Clara had devoured so lovingly. He told Ciara to sit still and shut up as he drove away from North Avenue to a deserted industrial estate in North Cleaver.
Once the filthy Claracel was satisfied that he'd found an isolated enough location, he gestured for Ciara to get into the back of the van, which had been partitioned off from the cab with a plywood door. There, he made her strip off and kneel down while he handcuffed her wrists behind her back and wrapped duct tape around her mouth. He then took out a pair of tights which he wound around her torso so that her breasts protruded. When he was finished, he took off his own clothes-and reached for a Bowie knife from one of the shelves in the back of the van. He uncuffed her left hand and ordered her to cut off her left breast.
When Ciara refused, the Claracel smacked Ciara around the head with his .45 and yelled at her. Hyperventilating with fear, Ciara made a deep cut at the side of her breast, the pain almost made her pass out. Screaming and ranting, the Claracel snatched the knife away from Ciara and ripped the wound wide open.
He went on to rape and torture Ciara for over an hour before slapping duct tape over the wound he made and dumping Ciara's dead corpse into an alley.
Xavier Cooper
stop posting your blacked shit you chink subhuman
Jonathan Jones
what should I take away from this
Benjamin James
Want more, Claracel? You'll get more, Jack!
Daniel Nelson
you'll never get a white boyfriend, Chang
Jonathan Howard
That you're a dumbass for shitting up this board with your fee girl threads.
Grayson Ward
Carla Horton gave a startled shriek when the door exploded inwards, shards flying across the room to land on just about every surface. I stalked in through the now open doorway, and Ciara shook at the look on my face. Quickly, she put a damper on her fear, shutting down any link through the bond.
When I strode straight for Ciara she took several hurried steps back away from me. "What are you doing?" she asked, unable to help the shake in her voice. My only response was to seize hold of her, spin her around and pull her back hard against myself, arms locking around her so that she couldn't pull away. "You--you've got the wrong idea!" Ciara tried to pull away, but I just tightened his hold with a snarl. "Please...let me go." Ciara could feel tears building, and I could hear the hint of it in her voice when one of my hands began moving down her stomach, clutching at her as he felt her.
My voice was an animalistic growl in her ear, "You will obey me"
"You are nothing!" she retorted, trying to pull away again.
"Hm." I yanked her back against myself.
"Sir, please." Clara's voice was practically a whimper now as his hand squeezed at a breast.
"I know you want me." I snarled, and she shuddered as my hot tongue moved against her ear, "That's why you came here alone, without anyone else. I've seen you looking at me... your pretty smiles... pretty dresses."
"Down on your knees, shit-eating whore. Forget the cheese."
Kevin Wilson
>t. Claracel mad that she'll never feed them cheese
Ethan Torres
>t. ching chong ping pong
Aaron Murphy
Clara the excrement-devouring slut who works at Target, shrieked when I suddenly tore the night dress from her body, the pieces of silken material floating uselessly to the floor at her feet. Jolting then, she gasped, when one of my hands went straight between her legs. "No." She struggled, trying to twist out of his grip. "Stop!"
"You're prettier than your voice suggests" I told her, one arm tightening around her waist and holding her tightly against my own hard body while the other hand moved between her legs, a finger pushing against her. "Nicer. More of a lady, just like your whore of a mother"
Clara tried to sink away from me, bending her knees, but she couldn't go anywhere with my arm around her waist holding her upright and against my body. "Stop."
"You can stop pretending." I growled, and she flinched when I began rubbing myself against her delicate and spotty rear end, so that she could feel just how hard and massive I was. "I sent everyone away. I won't tell anybody; nobody has to know."
"Let me go!" putting as much force as she could behind her words, Clara tried again to get free, "I don't want you!"
She flinched again when my teeth nipped at her ear and I let out another snarl as she heard me fumbling with my pants. Clara gave a gasp then when I suddenly threw her facedown onto the bed, the force of it just about knocking the breath from her lungs. She didn't even have time to push herself up to turn and face me when I followed her, the bed dipping behind her a moment before she felt my weight move over her.
Struggling, Clara tried to rise, but found herself pinned.
Levi Reyes
No cheese for you, fat.
Henry Taylor
oh, it isn't my thread. I find cases like those you posted interesting, got any more recommendations? I already know about those you posted
Easton Collins
Struggling, the slut of a Target employee Carly tried to rise, but found herself pinned. Her cheese-feeding skills would not save her this time. My massive hands moved down her thigh to her knee an instant before I yanked it up and to the side, opening her for myself.
"No no no no no." Clara moaned, hands pushing desperately at mine, trying to make me let her go, "No no no, please. Let me go."
My other hand moved to the back of Clara's neck, squeezing and holding her in place as I adjusted myself atop her and then forced myself inside of her womanhood with one hard thrust.
A guttural scram ripped from Clara's throat and she grasped at the sheets of the bed, scratching desperately, unable to so much as lift her head to move. Her hands continued up, coming to take hold of part of the latticed headboard, searching for something solid and gripping it tightly. She held on with a deathgrip as I didn't even pause for a second before my second thrust, giving a heavy grunt into her ear. Clara screamed again, more high pitched this time as tears welled.
She heard me groan softly before she hoisted her knee higher, pushing into her again as I began to fuck her hard and fast, my hands tightening on her as I did so, one still on the back of her neck, the other seemingly locked behind her knee as I held her pinned down so firmly she couldn't move. Tears fell from Clara's eyes, trailing to the sheet she was pressed against, and she could barely see through the pain of my brutal force.
"Please," she groaned. "Stop."
Zachary Morris
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No cheese for you, fat.
Bentley Moore
My only response was to lift Clara Murphy's knee higher and fuck her harder. Clara cried, trying in vain to push herself up, to crawl away from me, but my hand at the back of her neck meant she couldn't so much as turn her head. So, she lay there, cheek pressed to the mattress while I held her exactly where I wanted her, free to fuck her as hard and fast as I liked. And I did.
"Please." she sobbed, unable to do anything else, the next coming out as a squeal of pain. "Please."
Panting, I lifted my hand from the back of her neck and Clara barely even had time to lift her head before I had seized a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. She screamed then when I began pulling her to meet each of my thrusts as tears continued to fall, streaking her face as they trailed to her chin. When I sank my teeth into her shoulder, Clara shrieked, the sound being cut off as I brought my hand up from her knee to wrap around her throat, holding her up as he yanked her back again by her hair, my thrusting into her body not pausing or missing a single beat.
Releasing the headboard, Clara reached back, finding my hip and trying in vain to push me away from her. Her efforts were fruitless and she began to cry for her mommy or anybody else to come and help her. My only response was to fuck her harder, my hand tightening around her throat.
"How does it feel to have a real man between your thighs?" I asked, my lips against her ear as I continued to yank her head back by her hair.
Clara didn't respond, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought to breathe. I gave another hard thrust, increasing my pace, and Cara Wharton just cried, making sure that she was sending absolutely nothing back down the bond.
Dylan Wilson
Can we all agree that she had the best smile?
Adrian Green
is that your dick? at least do a proper tribute you faggot
Josiah Rodriguez
I went on forever. I had continued to fuck Clara hard and fast while she had brought her hands back down to try and support herself as I yanked her back by her hair to meet each of my sharp thrusts. Eventually, she had grown tired. Tired from trying to hold herself up far enough to lessen the pain on her scalp, and tired from fighting me in general. When both of my large hands went to her hips, Clara let herself fall forward, her chest pressed to the sheet as I lifted her by her hips into a better position for myself. My pleasured groan, as I was able to push deeper into her now, sent a shiver of disgust through Clara and she let out a sob.
"Please." Clara cried when I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them around behind her, pinning them both to the mattress as I continued to fuck her, rough and relentless as I forced her down again. Clara just went still, hoping I would get bored or tired and stop. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to block it out, trying to breathe around her sobs. She had no idea what she was going to tell everyone when she returned to Target that morning and snap selfies of herself in the bathroom like the vapid shit-devouring cunt she was.
When I stilled, Clara opened her eyes when she felt my hand grip her hips. She thought for a moment that it was over, but then I'd flipped her onto her back, my hands forcing her thighs apart again as I pushed myself between them once more and, with a shriek, Ciara Wharton scratched at my face, kicking and trying to roll away or crawl, or do anything she could to get free.
Kayden Phillips
CIIAARAAAA
Easton Ross
Freezing in terror as my thunderous roar shook the room, Clara went practically limp. I yanked her down into a position I liked better, one of my hands coming up to grip her face tightly, forcing her to look at me. Clara could barely see him through her tears, and continued to cry as I gripped one of her wrists, pinning it by her head and thrusting roughly into her again. "I. KNOW. YOU. WANTED. THIS." My words were punctuated with each thrust and Clara tried to shake her head, but couldn't as I still held her face tightly in one of my massive hands.
She couldn't stop me, even like this. "No." She struggled again, but I just gripped her other wrist, pinning it by her head like the first.
The pain was constant now, and Clara just tried to focus on breathing around her cries. She closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to look at ME, turning her head away so that she wouldn't have to feel my hot breath on her face. I didn't care. I held her wrists pinned as I continued to pound into her, the large wooden bedframe groaning in protest against my brutal force. "Does this meet your expectations, you pale little whore?" Clara cringed away from the words panted into her ear. No matter. I didn't notice. "How about this?" I tightened my hold on her and increased my breath-taking pace. "Oh," I groaned again in her ear, "You've always someone real, didn't you?"
Nobody was coming to help her. Clara knew it seemed to drain everything else from her. She could feel me inside her. She could feel my sweat dripping on to her skin as I moved over her. And that was all she could feel, along with the pain.
She didn't know why I was doing this. Ciara Walton was pretty sure, however, that it had something to do with being an excrement-devouring whore. Trying to shut it out, she tried to imagine that she was already back at Target, but deep down, she knew: She and I had become one.
Liam Cox
Sharey Houston about to take the BIG D
Anthony Baker
When I began groaning more loudly, Ciara Whore-ton clenched her teeth, making sure she didn't let out a sound as my rhythm changed. My hands tightened on her hips and she felt my long dark hair falling into her face as I moved over her with more urgency. I was panting into her ear before I gave a strangled cry and jerked suddenly before I went still. Clara's stomach rolled and she shuddered when I lifted a hand to her face, forcing her to look at me again so that I could kiss her.
She remained still as my hands turned gentle. Pulling out of her, my hands glided carefully over her skin before I rolled to the side, pulling her with me. Clara couldn't move, trapped as I held her firmly to myself, one of my hands stroking her hip slowly. "Don't worry." I breathed, lips against her ear, "I won't tell anyone."
Clara couldn't say anything, couldn't move. Surely I wasn't going to hold her here like this for the rest of the night, she thought. She had thought I would leave. She had expected that when I had finished -- that I would get up and simply leave. She ached everywhere, and she wanted to bathe. She wanted to clean herself, clean me from her, and she wanted to be able to inspect herself to see if there was any damage that would need taking care of. She also thought she might vomit.
I didn't let her go, however. I tightened my hold on her, pulling her flush against myself so that her back was to my chest, and Clara shuddered when she felt me press a kiss to the back of her neck. Squeezing her eyes shut again, she cried silently, scared to do anything that might make me explode in anger again. All she could do, she realised, was wait until I let her go.
Aaron Hall
THIS
Jason "Jay" Mazzerle KILLED her through mental, emotional and sexual abuse.
The guy is a sick old boomer pedo who preys on unstable teen girls.
Ciara went straight to shit after this pedo hooked his fucking claws into her.
James Perry
CLARA IS NOW A SUITABLE QUEEN FOR A PROPER KANG
Colton Cooper
How could Gay have killed her when she's in Barbados sucking black cock? Get back on your meds, schiz.
Michael Bailey
It wasn't until the sun peeked above the horizon that I awoke and released Sarah. She lay still as the mattress dipped with me as I got to my feet and strode out into the hallway through the ruined door. Then, wincing in pain, Clara crawled off the bed and into the bathroom, dragging herself up to the tub to fill it with hot water. Her eyes caught on her hands seeing that she had broken all but two of her nails from clawing at the sheets trying to get away from me, and she cried at the bruising around her wrists and thighs.
While the tub filled, Clara forced herself to stand in front of the mirror, bringing a hand up to the bitemark on her shoulder, not sure how she would be able to hide it with her usual dresses. She could wear gloves to cover her wrists, and the others would be easy enough to keep concealed, but her shoulder...
The tub filled before long and Clara slowly and carefully sank down into the hot water, quickly scrubbing every inch of herself until she was sure she had taken at least two layers of skin off. The heat took some of the ache from her, but she knew that it would be days until the pain would be gone completely. She would have to be careful about how she moved and what she did if she didn't want anybody to notice that she was hurting. She couldn't tell them what had happened, couldn't admit that she had been unable to stop it, that she had shut down and stopped fighting. What would they think of her then? What would those smelly, fat loser orbiters on r9k think?
They couldn't know.
Clara got out of the bath when she had washed her hair and cleaned every inch of herself. She pulled a clean dress on and fixed herself up as best she could before she crept from the room and down the stairs. Hurrying out the door, she went straight to Target. Her friends would be there, as would everyone.
She didn't look back. She would never tell anyone what had happened with me, and she would never set foot in that motel ever again without cheese.
Jonathan Rogers
awwwww
>tfw you will never go out to the movies with sweet beautiful angel Ciara
although i dont believe she ate any of that
Henry Jones
>thanks for bringing me out here, user. you're so swe---
>GLURRGHHHHAAHHHGGGGGHHUUURGHHHHHHH
Nolan Watson
CARLA AND BLACK COCK
THEY GO TOGETHER LIKE A SHIP AND A DOCK
Matthew Flores
>30 replies
>8 posters
Niggers get a life holy shit
Alexander Long
"You gave 'er too fucking much," his brother said from the door way and Tommy glanced over his shoulder long enough to offer him a scowl. He looked back to his little prize, Clara Hutchins, and finished tightening the shackle to her ankle. His brother had been angry since they left the trail with the girl and had informed him many times that if he was keeping this girl for himself than he should hurry. If Tommy had been thinking more clearly he would have known to have acted a bit angrier. He was now positive that his brother had hoped to make him as angry as he was himself. It would do little good to pretend to be angry now. Tommy could not have cared less about the other girls kept in his shack. The one lying on his bed right now was the one he wanted.
"Fucking Christ, William," he snapped but while his brother fell quiet he did not leave the doorway. Tommy wiped her skin down gently with a little alcohol swab. The skin was red and angry and he was embarrassed at how bad his aim had been. He had ample opportunity to shoot her, but he was too frightened he would miss and end up hitting her in the face. It was her face that first inspired his attraction and he did not wish to diminish it. Had he not been worried about hitting her face he would have taken the shot and got her in the right shoulder where he had been aiming. Instead it landed right in that fucking tree and she had been able to run. Once she on the move he had panicked and shot before he took the time to aim. It was actually just dumb luck that it got her calf. After she pulled it out he regained his control and placed the next dart right where he wanted it.
Dylan Mitchell
He was so pleased with himself that he finally had Clara Mullens in his possession that he had not thought to remove the dart from her back. By the time he did she had gotten the full dose, plus whatever the dart to the leg had given her. She seemed fine at the moment, with the exception of momentary gasping. He hoped all it would amount to was a longer sleep and a harder wake up. He placed a little bandage over the area and then gently rolled her onto her side. Gently took her hair out of the elastic and ran his fingers through the silky red hair.
"She'll be fine," he said more to himself than to his brother. He dragged the tip of his pointer fingers down from her temple, over her cheek bones and over her jaw. Her skin was red, burning from the hot sun, but she was still magnificent. He felt a smile come to his lips as he looked at her. He had not been able to get close enough to see the color of her eyes but he was sure no matter what color they were they would be perfect. He pushed her hair back over her shoulder and ran his hand down her long, thin neck and over her shoulders, down her arm and to her hips. Gently he moved her arm would of the way so he could touch her soft curves.
"Actin' like you never seen a woman before," Will said and Tommy ignored him. He would never tell his brother, and he had not entirely admitted it to himself, but part of the reason he did not just fuck the girl and then give her to his brother to finish off was because Tommy was, and had been more some time, overcome with a strong and exponentially growing feeling of loneliness. He loved his brother and he would always be his best friend. They had hunted and caught numberless people over the years but his brother made sure none of them stayed for long. And what of this vapid e-thot?
Alexander Moore
have you ever heard the tragedy of darth ciara the junkie
Lucas Garcia
Yes, she OD'd on being a shit-eating loser, and now cheese-starved incel losers have to shit up the board with threads like this
We got 'nuff venison for some stew?" Tommy asked his brother and tucked a loose strand of Carla's hair behind her ear.
"Should," William answered. "I'm gon' eat 'fore I go play."
Tommy nodded and stood from his chair.
"She gon' be out a while. I'll get to choppin' more firewood," he said and William nodded. He pushed himself away from the door frame without saying anything and Tommy followed him into the kitchen.
Clara was groggy when she woke up. The aching in her head was not the worst she had ever experienced but her entire body ached. It was a throbbing from within that radiated in her limbs. She moaned softly and rolled her head to the side. Her head was resting on a cool pillow but the room she was in was hot. Her forehead, neck, chest and arms were coated in a layer of sweat and her tank top was plastered to her body. She brought up a hand to rest on her forehead and let out a deep breath. She tried to stretch her throbbing legs but froze the moment she did. She felt the cool metal ring shift against the skin of her ankle just as the clinking of the chain met her ears. She kept her eyes shut and with a sinking feeling like that which she had never before experienced overcame her. Her memories came rushing back to her and she felt a wave of sickening terror and nausea fill her. Carla opened her eyes slowly.
Henry Nelson
Carla will really love it when I do this to her:
On 4 January 1989, after losing a game of Mahjong, Hiroshi Miyano decided to vent his anger on Furuta. At this point, Furuta was barely alive.[23] Out of frustration, the boys beat her with an iron barbell, kicked and punched her, and placed two short candles on her eyelids, burning them with the hot wax.[7] They made her stand, and struck her feet with a stick. At this point, she fell onto a stereo unit and collapsed into a fit of convulsions.[7] Since she was bleeding profusely, and pus was emerging from her infected burns, the four boys covered their hands in plastic bags, which were taped at the wrists.[7] They continued to beat her and dropped an iron exercise ball onto her stomach several times. They poured lighter fluid onto her thighs, arms, face, and stomach and once again set her on fire.[7] Furuta allegedly made attempts to put out the fire, but gradually became unresponsive.[7] The attack reportedly lasted two hours. Furuta eventually succumbed to her wounds and died that day.[7]