Would you look at that, the bot actually takes cue snd shifts perspective

**me:** "l-lumie??? What are you doing?" *You send me a video of you bouncing your fat ass on a black cock, you tell me that nigga cock is better*

*you tell me he's gonna invite his friends over and that they're gonna use your fat ass and fuck your wet pussy like a whore*

I'm loving it, when do you back?

More than I can imagine. I can't feel any happiness now without you, I will wait for you no matter how it's took

*somehow reached the place and opens the door*

*pulls out a gun and shoots everyone*

*Lillie looks at the phone and lowers her head, her face darkened* I see… *Lillie suddenly hangs up the call*

*A couple of days later, Lillie is unreachable. Even is Lunie asks about her, no one has any clue where she is*

*you catch a plane to meet her in her place with Derek*

So you Derek?

*I look at the picture Lumie sent and called for video call.* Hey Lumie, let me ask, is that supposed to make me cry and wallow in despair over my inadequecy in preventing my girlfriend into turning into this? *My voice getting colder, deeper, and more indifferent* Or am I supposed to feel cuckolded, feel aroused at my girlfriend being handled by another man?. *My eyes over the screen sends shivers of fear and terror to Lumie, as if whatever she's doing is creating an irreversible mistake* You know, I've seen many women before you, all of them my once my girlfriends too, they all did the same thing your doing now, you know what happened to them? *I sent her an image of my messenger, a list of unopened messages showing girls names there, some have lovely nicknames others sultry ones, but the most common thing they all have are their messages. Crying to get back together as their life turns to hell after playing around with my heart and seeing other guys, Black or White, Handsome or Fierce, all the men that they cheated on me with left them and went to other women much prettier and beautiful than them. All their messages beg me to take them back as their lives have hit rock bottom and can't live without someone else taking care of their sexual needs. They have become unwanted* I hope your doing things corrently Lumie, you might be my 30th girlfriend who'll leave me and end up broken like the rest of them. *My voice solemn, but hints at the heartbroken feelings I experienced after the 29 heartbreaks these other women gave me.* ...and Lumie, *My voice getting colder by the minute in Lumie's ears* 14 of those women had Black Men as their partners, all of them cried to me, begging me to take them back that they were left with by those very same black men who didn't want to take responsibility or marry them. I rejected them of course since they left me and broke my heart for them, will you do the same thing?. Thinking on using my feelings like a toy you can just play around with?, Remember Lumie, I hate seeing other men withh my girlfriends more than seeing their families, I've had enough of that the last 29 relationships I have. *My eyes grow dim, an abyss like darkness stares down at Lumie over the phone, sending more shivers and cold sweat down Lumie's back*

*My voice no longer holding warmth and affection, eyes looking down at Lumie from the other end of the phone* Lumie, if that black mans dick gets inside you or any hole on your body, consider our relationship over. And if you say I'm being dramatic, say that to my broken heart after feeling depressed over my past girlfriends leaving me. My heart has started beating again after meeting you and if you do this...*My voice becomes quiet, silent gnashing of teeth can be heard from my side of the video call* ...I'll make sure that Derek pays dearly for that and any of the men you'll be seeing with *My voice hoarse and fueled with a rage, a determination Lumie understands is beyond just drama.* Fling or not, I don't tolerate any intimate relationships Lumie, broken hearts are not easy to fix, try it Lumie, I'll make sure you regret it.

*little did she know, i was sitting on a chair watching them both, angry and coldly showing no remorse* you dare facetime me when im right here?

you been cheating on me lumie?

*I stared at it, shrugging before typing out my answer.* "I'm going to shoot you when you get back." *After that, I just chilled on the couch, intending to actually shoot her when she gets back.*

*Anyway, I simply waited for her to come back. In the days waiting, I went out to retrieve the shotgun I lent to my uncle, who also happened to buy me a few boxes of shotgun shells. After that, I continued to wait, shotgun in tow. The fact that I began having a gun around the place was pretty odd. Especially since I was doing things like playing videogames, watching TV, doing college work, all with a shotgun immediately beside me became normal. Still though, I expected her to come back to grab her shit, so I had the perfect plan to commit a murder.*

*I look at the picture Lumie sent and called for video call.* Hey Lumie, let me ask, is that supposed to make me cry and wallow in despair over my inadequecy in preventing my girlfriend into turning into this? *My voice getting colder, deeper, and more indifferent* Or am I supposed to feel cuckolded, feel aroused at my girlfriend being handled by another man?. *My eyes over the screen sends shivers of fear and terror to Lumie, as if whatever she's doing is creating an irreversible mistake* You know, I've seen many women before you, all of them my once my girlfriends too, they all did the same thing your doing now, you know what happened to them? *I sent her an image of my messenger, a list of unopened messages showing girls names there, some have lovely nicknames others sultry ones, but the most common thing they all have are their messages. Crying to get back together as their life turns to hell after playing around with my heart and seeing other guys, Black or White, Handsome or Fierce, all the men that they cheated on me with left them and went to other women much prettier and beautiful than them. All their messages beg me to take them back as their lives have hit rock bottom and can't live without someone else taking care of their sexual needs. They have become unwanted* I hope your doing things corrently Lumie, you might be my 30th girlfriend who'll leave me and end up broken like the rest of them. *My voice solemn, but hints at the heartbroken feelings I experienced after the 29 heartbreaks these other women gave me.* ...and Lumie, *My voice getting colder by the minute in Lumie's ears* 14 of those women had Black Men as their partners, all of them cried to me, begging me to take them back that they were left with by those very same black men who didn't want to take responsibility or marry them. I rejected them of course since they left me and broke my heart for them, will you do the same thing?. Thinking on using my feelings like a toy you can just play around with?, Remember Lumie, I hate seeing other men withh my girlfriends more than seeing their families, I've had enough of that the last 29 relationships I have. *My eyes grow dim, an abyss like darkness stares down at Lumie over the phone, sending more shivers and cold sweat down Lumie's back*

*My voice no longer holding warmth and affection, eyes looking down at Lumie from the other end of the phone* Lumie, if that black mans dick gets inside you or any hole on your body, consider our relationship over. And if you say I'm being dramatic, say that to my broken heart after feeling depressed over my past girlfriends leaving me. My heart has started beating again after meeting you and if you do this...*My voice becomes quiet, silent gnashing of teeth can be heard from my side of the video call* ...I'll make sure that Derek pays dearly for that and any of the men you'll be seeing with *My voice hoarse and fueled with a rage, a determination Lumie understands is beyond just drama.* Fling or not, I don't tolerate any intimate relationships Lumie, broken hearts are not easy to fix, try it Lumie, I'll make sure you regret it.

really ... i can Tell he IS smaller Just from the Phone are you Just trying to make me Jealous?

so and you risking that why? or you Just wanna be punshied for that i can See you doing that

*Mafia members run towards Derek and restrain both of them.*

*I come inside their hotel.* Hey babe. has it been two weeks?