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Revenge
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Straight Male / 37
A Pedophile Catholic Priest is Dead... and I know why.
In 1985, for a brief time, I was an Catholic altar boy. The priest who was my mentor was named Henry Perez. He seemed cool, nice, very kind and funny at first. He performed a puppet show for the kids of the parish called "Linus the Lizard". After performing mass with him, he'd always joke with me about drinking wine in the room where I changed. I didn't understand what was funny at all. At some point he made sexual advances toward me and that creeped me out. A lot. I immediately quit. Actually I just stopped showing up. He found me in the park near the church one day and started acting crazy, making threats, making me feel guilty, saying I was bad. I threatened to get him in trouble for what he tried to do. I tried to walk away. I don't know why but I ended up in his car. He bought me pizza and $300 worth of comic books. Then he said something about the 14 Stations of the Cross and Christ's forgiveness, redemption blah blah blah. He let me kick him in the balls 14 times, punch him in the face 14 times and spit on him. Then he wanted me to piss on him. I didn't. I kept my mouth shut about it. My family forced me to attend church and I hated it. Within a year, he was no longer at that church. I don't know why.
In 2002, I performed a ritual in which I summoned many demons to do my bidding and wipe him off the planet. 14 days later, he died in a car accident. I don't believe in demons, gods or anything superstitious. But I think it's a nice coincidence. That's my story. He's dead.
In 1985, for a brief time, I was an Catholic altar boy. The priest who was my mentor was named Henry Perez. He seemed cool, nice, very kind and funny at first. He performed a puppet show for the kids of the parish called "Linus the Lizard". After performing mass with him, he'd always joke with me about drinking wine in the room where I changed. I didn't understand what was funny at all. At some point he made sexual advances toward me and that creeped me out. A lot. I immediately quit. Actually I just stopped showing up. He found me in the park near the church one day and started acting crazy, making threats, making me feel guilty, saying I was bad. I threatened to get him in trouble for what he tried to do. I tried to walk away. I don't know why but I ended up in his car. He bought me pizza and $300 worth of comic books. Then he said something about the 14 Stations of the Cross and Christ's forgiveness, redemption blah blah blah. He let me kick him in the balls 14 times, punch him in the face 14 times and spit on him. Then he wanted me to piss on him. I didn't. I kept my mouth shut about it. My family forced me to attend church and I hated it. Within a year, he was no longer at that church. I don't know why.
In 2002, I performed a ritual in which I summoned many demons to do my bidding and wipe him off the planet. 14 days later, he died in a car accident. I don't believe in demons, gods or anything superstitious. But I think it's a nice coincidence. That's my story. He's dead.
