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The consequences of loving a shy introvert, negatively represented by an obscure and highly improbable situation for the benefit of humor:

"Do you still have hope?" asked the very sly and not-so-handsome rapist-kidnapper, who actually kidnapped his victims before raping them, despite what her name suggests. She's also a lesbian.

"I do. Kyle will save me, I know it," replied the female victim.

"Kyle? Is he your lover?"

"Yes. And he will come for me." However, there was a sliver of doubt within her mind.

***

Meanwhile, at Kyle's place of residence:

"Patricia?" he was calling, "I'm home! Where are you?"

No voice gratified him, prompting a search of the small two bedroom apartment. He looked everywhere; under the bed, in the kitchen cabinet where bread was kept, in the toaster where bread was toasted, in the fridge where jam was kept, in another cabinet where plates were stored, and even in his mouth, whose lips have kissed numerous times those of Patricia's. Coincidentally, his mouth also was a place for ingestion; of bread, in particular.

"This is good toast."

Did I mention that Kyle is also a man who suffers from chronic ADD?

"Oi, what was I doing again? Shit. Goddamn toast, why are you so distractuflly delicious?" Nomming ensued.

***

"I don't think he's coming to save you…" concluded the kipper (not the fish; a combination of the words "kidnapper" and "rapist").

Patricia tried to stifle it, but her voice cracked when she spoke. "N-no. He'll come. I'm sure of it." But she wasn't. Not anymore.

"This is boring. I'm just gunna rape you now, kay?" She pulled out some tools (wink, wink), ensuring that when she bent over to pick them up from inside of a bag her ass was touted with obvious levity, despite the situation.

"Awww…this fucking sucks."

"Are you making fun of my lacking a dick? How dare you, slut?!" Apparently Patricia had struck the nerve of a complex.

"No! I was just…my situation; it's rather precarious."

"Whatever. Just take your pants off."

***
Furthermeanwhile, at Kyle's place of residence, he still isn't concerned with the absence of his love; in fact, I don't think he knows any love aside from that for his toast:

"Mmm, toast…" Crunch crunch crunch.

***

And so, Patricia was raped. She was let free, however, due to the rapist's misandry and slight sense of compassion, (please ignore the fact that I made the rapist resent being a girl earlier) she was release. Promptly thereafter, she returned home to take care of matters with Kyle.

Let's just say he now has a fetish for anal penetration.

And he is checked into a mental hospital.

And his penis is gone. Patricia cut it off.

But there is a silver lining: the rapist only got put on parole and Patricia is her new best friend! Yay for happy endings and gay rights!

Description
The consequences of loving a shy introvert, negatively represented by an obscure and highly improbable situation for the benefit of humor:

"Do you still have hope?" asked the very sly and not-so-handsome rapist-kidnapper, who actually kidnapped his victims before raping them, despite what her name suggests. She's also a lesbian.

"I do. Kyle will save me, I know it," replied the female victim.

"Kyle? Is he your lover?"

"Yes. And he will come for me." However, there was a sliver of doubt within her mind.

***

Meanwhile, at Kyle's place of residence:

"Patricia?" he was calling, "I'm home! Where are you?"

No voice gratified him, prompting a search of the small two bedroom apartment. He looked everywhere; under the bed, in the kitchen cabinet where bread was kept, in the toaster where bread was toasted, in the fridge where jam was kept, in another cabinet where plates were stored, and even in his mouth, whose lips have kissed numerous times those of Patricia's. Coincidentally, his mouth also was a place for ingestion; of bread, in particular.

"This is good toast."

Did I mention that Kyle is also a man who suffers from chronic ADD?

"Oi, what was I doing again? Shit. Goddamn toast, why are you so distractuflly delicious?" Nomming ensued.

***

"I don't think he's coming to save you…" concluded the kipper (not the fish; a combination of the words "kidnapper" and "rapist").

Patricia tried to stifle it, but her voice cracked when she spoke. "N-no. He'll come. I'm sure of it." But she wasn't. Not anymore.

"This is boring. I'm just gunna rape you now, kay?" She pulled out some tools (wink, wink), ensuring that when she bent over to pick them up from inside of a bag her ass was touted with obvious levity, despite the situation.

"Awww…this fucking sucks."

"Are you making fun of my lacking a dick? How dare you, slut?!" Apparently Patricia had struck the nerve of a complex.

"No! I was just…my situation; it's rather precarious."

"Whatever. Just take your pants off."

***
Furthermeanwhile, at Kyle's place of residence, he still isn't concerned with the absence of his love; in fact, I don't think he knows any love aside from that for his toast:

"Mmm, toast…" Crunch crunch crunch.

***

And so, Patricia was raped. She was let free, however, due to the rapist's misandry and slight sense of compassion, (please ignore the fact that I made the rapist resent being a girl earlier) she was release. Promptly thereafter, she returned home to take care of matters with Kyle.

Let's just say he now has a fetish for anal penetration.

And he is checked into a mental hospital.

And his penis is gone. Patricia cut it off.

But there is a silver lining: the rapist only got put on parole and Patricia is her new best friend! Yay for happy endings and gay rights!