Terror Firsthand #113: Trust No Female On Earth

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Trust No Female On Earth 

Max Wood and Sticky Boy Swift on Opp City 

The next day, I packed up my property and left Cantonsville Maryland and drove to a upscale camping resort in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I hated Maryland. The bullies in Maryland stink. They suck so bad it's not even funny. As a matter of fact, the bullies in whe whole DMV smell gay, incestuous, and untrustworthy. I wanted to get away, and fast. I set up my campsite in Myrtle Beach and started watching Opp City. 

"Big Fly's lame baby mother Alexandria Skeeter has been released from jail and forced into an inpatient rehab facility for 24 months in Miami Florida. She was also forced to pay a $1,000 fine for vandalizing the Chicken N Stuff restaurant." Reported Max Wood.

"Well guys, I'm glad the fiend was able to get some help. She really needed it! Child protective services stepped in just in time to save Alexandria's unborn fetus. With the amount of cocaine she was sniffing, I'm surprised it's still alive. Witnesses say the girl was sniffing several grams per day and mixing it with alcohol!" Reported Sticky Boy Swift, another co-host at the Opp City studio. 

Alexandria Skeeter was a fu*king coke head, a downlow dyke, and a bore, and I bet them dirty east coast niggas still wanted her funky ass p*ssy. I hated women like Alexandria. As a matter of fact, I hated all women period. It's women like her that is the reason I don't want to use drugs anymore. I would hate to be trapped in a rehab facility with these downlow ass lesbians and these kleptomaniacs and pathological liars. It's some sickening ass women out here, and female junkies are the f*cking worst. I'm nothing like them. 

I fixed a cup of coffee, took a hike around the resort, and then I sent Opp City a message, asking if I could be on their channel to promote my music. Max Wood responded three hours later and told me that I couldn't be on his channel because he doesn't accept drill rappers, diss rappers, or drill music. I knew right then and there that Max Wood was a real opp and a f*ggot. I began to hate him. I didn't want to look at his channel anymore. I'm picky like him too. I have a whole list of rules on my website. I can't judge him, but I was still upset. 

At the resort in Myrtle Beach drinking coffee 

I changed the channel to Los Angeles Super Wave with Mocha Bank. Mocha Bank was sexy as f*ck and mad single. He was so fine that I wanted to fly all the way to California just to meet him, but unfortunately, I couldn't do that. California is too damn dangerous. Besides, I still can't take my dog on a plane because I don't want to pay the extra pet fee and then have to put Big C into the cargo section, where larger dogs must go. I've heard horror stories of dogs dying in the cargo section. I don't want that to happen to my dog. Big C must be in the cabin beside me, or I cannot fly. 

Anyways, Mocha Bank was so fine that I wanted to masturbate to his new X-rated masturbation video, but I decided not to because Daddy P is the only man I'm supposed to be jacking off with. I know how to control my urges. After doing some online research, I learned that masturbation is extremely dangerous when you become addicted to it. I am not addicted to touching myself. I know how to stop and I know how to turn myself off. 

Mocha Bank was more than a podcast host. He had an exclusive interactive XXX video of him on his podcast website where he was masturbating and I paid $9.99 to look at it. He was even talking about it on his new episode.

Still image of Mocha Bank in XXX video

"Ladies you might wanna grab those vibrators and sex toys because I have a new interactive sex video available on my website for only $9.99. That's right, for just 10 bucks you can get the orgasm you've been longing for all of your life!" Said Mocha Bank on his channel. 

Mocha Bank really made me horny. He wasn't even having sex in the video. He was just masturbating alone, completely naked, while sitting in a black chair in an empty room with all black walls, and a bunch of lighting. 

After Mocha Bank announced his new interactive sex video, he started interviewing Mi$ter Min$ter. 

"So you left Annabelle K. Why?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"Bro. The thot is a f*cking fiend! She shoots heroin bro! I don't want that! Plus, she stinks! I can't even go down on her because of the odor!" Replied Mi$ter Min$ter.

"Wow. Where is she now?!" Asked Mocha Bank.

"She went to rehab in Miami bro. She said that she was going to get clean for me but I don't want her back bro! She's too f*cking gay and dirty! She's worser than I f*cking thought! I regret even inviting her to my house! I catch her in a lot of lies and she steals! She's just a dirty bum from New York bro." Explained Mi$ter Min$ter, while smoking cannabis inside the studio.

Mi$ter Min$ter on Los Angeles Super Wave 

I knew that Annabelle K. was stinky in the first place. I'm glad someone else finally realized how lame she really was.

"So what are you going to do now? Are you going to stay single or what bro?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"Hell yeah bro. I'm going to do me. I don't have time for these nothing ass b*tches. I don't have time for no fiends and frauds bro. These bi*ches are too damn dirty and Annabelle K. was really a foul rat. She really did set up Hernandez Elliott and his cousin. She is absolutely disturbing and disgusting in every sense of the matter." Answered Mi$ter Min$ter.

I wasn't attracted to Mi$ter Min$ter anymore because he let Annabelle K's gay ass smash. I don't like men that let nasty women have their d*ck. I'm not one of those nasty ass women. I'm different. I cut off my smart TV and went to sleep. 

A few days later, I cut the television back on and started watching a channel called Da Miami Reportz. The hosts name were Jack Silk and Diamond Bradley.

Diamond Bradley and Jack Silk on Da Miami Reportz 

"Since Alexandria Skeeter has been in rehab, rapper Big Eight requested that Skeeter take a DNA test. After taking the test, he found out that Skeeter's unborn baby is not his. Big Eight reached out to Big Fly, and Big Fly agreed to take a DNA test also. The baby was not Big Fly's either. Alexandria Skeeter eventually confessed to not knowing who the father of her unborn baby is, and stated that she had unprotected sex with over 30 men before she became pregnant." Reported Diamond Bradley.

"That's alot of different semen inside of Alexandria. My god." Said Jack Silk, while laughing.

"Not only that, but she was caught inside of the rehab facility having interracial lesbian sex with Annabelle Krews, the former porn star from New York City that set up Hernandez Elliott and his cousin, Alphonzo Rodriguez. She set up Travis Rosenberg too, but luckily he escaped her. The video of Annabelle K. and Alexandria Skeeter having sex is going viral on a bunch of gay porn sites. After the two were caught, Alexandria Skeeter was transferred to another rehab facility where she will be monitored more closely by staff." Stated Diamond Bradley.

"Yuck! Alexandria Skeeter that damn gay?! I f*cking knew it! Everybody Big Fly f*cks is gay!" I yelled in disbelief. 

Still image of Annabelle K. and Alexandria Skeeter in rehab facility 

"What was the purpose of moving her? If she gay she gay!" Said Jack Silk.

"You got that right. They can't stop the girl from eating p*ssy. What exactly was she doing in the video Jack? I know you said that you saw it." Asked Diamond Bradley.

"Alexandria went down on Annabelle and they started bumping p*ssy and kissing in the mouth at the same time!" Explained Jack Silk. "Annabelle K. didn't go down on Alexandria."

"Ok, so both of them are equally gay. I see. Well, Annabelle K. and Alexandria are both one step away from the Adult TV Network aren't they Jack?" Asked Diamond Bradley.

"They sure are! I didn't even know Annabelle K. was gay. She was just in a relationship with that graffiti art guy from Connecticut. She must've been playing him the whole time." Jack Silk answered.

Old image of Annabelle K. and Mi$ter Min$ter at his Beverly Hills apartment 

"I have even more disturbing news Jack. Alexandria Skeeter had a miscarriage and lost her unborn child." Diamond Bradley said.

"What!? She wanted that to happen! She wouldn't stop using goddamn drugs! Unbelievable. She didn't even know who the damn father was! That girl is a wreck somebody please help that girl!" Said Jack Silk in disgust. 

I cut off the smart TV. I could take it anymore. I got tired of women being gay. After I watched that, I made a promise to myself that I would never go to another disgusting rehab as long as I live on this earth. I do not want to get trapped in there with the gays. It is not safe! Not only are women not allowed in my presence, but I made a promise right then and there that any man that is on drugs or sells drugs is not allowed in my presence for any reason.

I immediately realized why Annabelle K. showed up at the house sit that I had in Emporia. She was a downlow dyke and wanted to frame me for a crime that I didn't commit but I didn't allow her to. Someone may have lied to her and told her a gay lie about me, I'm not sure. One thing I do know is that I'm not gay, and I definitely knew better than to be trapped inside of a house with a gay fiend and a filthy snitch like Annabelle K. I don't feel sorry for people like her by a long shot. 

All women are a threat and a serious danger to me. It doesn't matter who they are, where they are from, or what they look like. I don't trust any woman on earth with my life, and that will never change. The unnecessary violence against women needs to stop somewhere. I took the first step a long time ago by not allowing them to be anywhere near me.