Never cheat on a lez

[Frimost]

In the new camp Anya made a friend. They remained close until a new woman, also a murderer, arrived in the camp. The friend then became unfaithful to Anya. Unable to forgive her girlfriend for being unfaithful, she went to the woodshed to fetch the ax. Ax in hand, she approached her friend'd bedside. The friend leaped up and stared at Anya in surprise. Anya advanced slowly and, when close enough, swung the ax right into the middle of her friend's head. Anya smiled as she spoke. For greater effect she added, "And her brains splattered all over the wall!" Having said this, Anya's face screwed up into a broad happy smile, revealing her ugly and prematurely blackened front teeth.

Women In Soviet Prisons by Helene Celmina.

DAMN! Now that's cold-blooded!

 

[seXieleXie]

the title of this thread should be "never cheat on a psychopath"

 

[Gusty Wind]

ewwww.. did you just made that up . Sexyyy Lotus.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Clear you BOX . It's full...

 

[Frimost]

A new patient arrived and was taken directly from the gates to the operating room. Our eyes met when she was taken from the operating room to our ward. The lift side of her face was bandaged, and when the bandages came off an ugly scar ran from the corner of her left eye to her lower jaw. Whenever she sat in profile so that the scar could not be seen, she had the lovely face of a young girl. But straight on, the scar marred her face so that it was difficult to tell that thiw was the same girl. My first questions to her was, "How old are you?"

"Ninteen."

"Who beautified you like this?"

"I had a girlfriend. She became jealous over me talking to something else and she cut me up."

"What did she cut you with?"

"She sharpened the end of a spoon against the concrete floor. t was as sharp as a knife."

"Wasn't anybody nearby who could have prevented her from doing that?"

"It happened in the living section, everyone was there, but they were scared of her. Luckily my eye and the teeth were untouched. The cheek was cut through completely, reaching the gums."

"Will she be punished for the crime?"

"Not her. What's there to be punished for? I'm alive."

"But she cut you up!"

"I was guilty."

"Why, after all this, do you think you were guilty?"

"I should have known that while she was friendly with me, I was not allowed to talk with other girls."

"But you're only nineteen! You couldn't have known their rules."

"I couldn't not have known their rules."

"How's that? The second time?"

"Well in prison, the second time. And I know everything."

"How old is your girlfreind?"

"She's twenty-seven and it's her fourth sentence."

'And what is your face going to look like now? Who's going to marry you?"

"It's going to be good enough for the prison, and no one's going to marry me."

"How much longer do you have to stay inside?"

"Two years and four months."

"How much did you get altogether?"

"Three."

"So you haven't been in very long. How did you find such a wonderful friend in such a short time?"

"We got to know each other in the prison cell. I did not want to at first, but she forced me. She showed me the spoon which she used to sharpen every day for at least a half hour."

"But how did you start to talk to someone else?"

"I was taken from the prison and put on the forced labot stage.' She was left behind. When she arrived in the camp two months later, she saw that I was eating with somebody else."

"Is that bad, to eat with somebody?"

"yes, According to our rules, only close friends eat together."

"And you were close friends with the other one?"

"Not yet."

"But still you were cut up! And you did not try to defend yourself?"

"It was too late already."

"What was too late?"

"To defend myself."

"Then your girlfriend is unpredictable?"

"Well, it's someone who will do whatever comes to mind. never thinking about the consequences."

"I don't know."

"Tell me frankly, are you angry at your girlfriend?"

"No, it was my fault."

"I don't think it was your fault. You never did anything bad."

"I don't know," was the answer. I felt sorry for and angry with this characterless girl.

 

[Frimost]

No I didn't make it up silly. That's the name of the book I checked out at the library honey.

 

[Frimost]

Damn!

But without warning, Kiss Me could vanish, replaced by the other personality, Manolo the Merciless. Manolo was a butch lesbian who always kept a younger, weaker, and prettier prisoner as a girlfriend. And the most innocent contact with that girlfriend-saying hello as you passed her cell, or even making eye contact with her too long-could provoke barbaric retaliation from Manolo the Merciless, against both the girlfriend and the offending prisoner. Dinorah was always being locked up in tapiadas for terrible injuries she inflicted as Manolo. Her specialty was slashing faces with makeshift knives; once, in a lucid moment, she bragged to me she had left major scars on the faces of more than one hundred women.
And it was Monolo who was most responsible for keeping me awake all the time. Her girlfriend of the moment, a young blue-eyed blond named Iris Perez, was confined in D Pavilion, catercornered across from the tapiadas. And Manolo constantly screamed lurid warnings to Iris about the consequences of unfaithfulness. "If I find one fingerprint on you when I get back, I'll slice your face off, you little bitch," she would bellow. "No, no Manolito, you know I belong only to you." Iris would cry back in a wavering, fearful voice. This went on for hours at a time.
One night, as Manolo lovingly and loudly described to Iris what a machete could do to human flesh if swung at high speed, I had an inspiration.

-Diary of a Survivor Ninteen Years in a Cuban Women's Prison

 

[Catwoman]

You really need to read other books. No wonder you have such a warped attitude. That's just sad. The writing is awful too.

 

[Lasher]

Squid fucker

 

[LadyG]

Poor squid

 

[Lasher]

Poor squid

Poor unsatisfied squid