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Puppy Mills.

Puppy Mills are irresponsible breeders. They never take good care of the poor dogs. Their cages are stacked high right on top of each other in columns. We have got to put a stop to this, all you have to do is don’t ever buy a puppy from a pet store. Buying a puppy from a pet store is just like motivating those puppy breeders to keep on abusing the mother dog. The mother dogs rarely ever make it out of there alive. So by re-blogging, your helping spread the cause!

RE-BLOG IF YOUR AGAINST PUPPY MILLS.

Bruce Banner's little girl. chapter 1

It all started when I was 7, 11.01.2005 to be exact. The day my mother died, brain tumor, nobody really knew about it untill she passed away. We were pretty poor, but she loved me very much, she always made sure I got save to school and back home, witch was a challange since we lived in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Poland.
Yes, I did just say Poland. How the hell did I get there? Well, my mom was a student and she was in some fancy university witch she could afford thanks to her scholarship, and now to your suprise I wasn’t a product of one night stand. She and Bruce had a lovely relationship untill my grandmother had a serious accident. Mom moved back to Poland and promised Banner she would call and all that, but after a month their connection almost stopped. And week later grandmother died. 3 days later she found out she was pregnant with me. Not the best time of her life… She was only 19 years old.
Anyway, she was strong, she found job in laboratory as a assistant witch was way below her ability. But she had to take care of me, even as just an assistant she had shit load of work so sometimes she would take me to work with her and that is when I found out how much I love science.
I was reading and drawing all the time, I loved it and also I had no friends so I spend a lot of my time doing that. I was mosty amazed by technology, I often went to the market just so I could read about new inventions in science magazines. My favourite inventor was Tony Stark, he was and still is amazing guy, he was my inspiration since forever.
Now, what happend to me after my mother died? Well, I was alone and scared when I saw my mom dead on the bed. So I ran, as fast as I could, I just needed to get out of there and I never dared to come back home. I was homeless for almost 3 years. I lived in abandoned houses. A lot of people lived there actually. We were never close or something like that, everybody knew everybody but we weren’t friends. If I was hungry I needed to steal or dig in garbage. I lived like that always keeping in mind that if I want to meet Tony Stark I will need to work hard. I tried my best, I visited public library almost everyday , bit I needed money, so I could buy new clothes and here is where this story gets scary.
In these abandoned houses always was one guy who had money or knew someone who had some. I was young and stupid and in need. I asked him what could I do, I needed money, I felt terrible stealing. And he said he would give me some If I would do something for him. I agreed. He asked me to follow him, and next thing I know I am strangled by two other guys. I couldnt defend myself and I was only 10 years old.
I woke up tied on metal bed frame. I was naked and I couldn’t see. I started to panic I was shaking and screaming untill one of the guys told me to shut up or he will punish me, I didn’t listen to him and I screamed even louder hoping someone would hear me. I regret it even now, he untied me and hanged me on metal hook, the same one butchers put pigs or cows on. Next one of his friends put a gag in my mouth so I would stop screaming. At this point I wasn’t sure if I would even try to do so, pain was unbelivable. I wasn’t hanging straight, the hook went throught one of my shoulders and was visable for me once these monsters put the blindfold off. I knew only one of three faces. I thought the worst was behind me, I was very wrong. This was just a beggining of 3 month long rape and torture.
After a week I was beaten up with whip and raped about 4 times, I was bleeding from every cut they made. They gave me water and bread once a day.
Next 11 weeks looked the same except they would change punishments for my screams and whines. Police finally found me, only because monsters that kept me got into fight with some gang. One of the gang members followed them cause his boss wanted to know where they live, when he saw me he called police and run away, I will forever be thankfull for that.
When officers found me one of them puked and the other one passed out for like 10 minutes, they called ambulance and that’s when I was told what actually was left of my body.
Lets start from the bottom, my feet were broken in 37 places, pinky on my left foot was cut of, my right food was stabbed with nails. Legs were broken in 27 places, they were shot 3 times each, plus cuts from the whip and everything was infected. My lady parts were bleeding for almost a year after I was found. my belly and back were the worst. First the whip cut most of my skin, then they poured acid on my back, sometimes they took knifes and craved words on my skin, “dziwka(whore)”, “szmata (slut)” etc.. Actually my face was the worst part. One night they said I look so sad and decided it would be a good idea to create a smile onmy face, so they took a knife and cut a smile from ear to ear, later they took a needle and put it back together, they also cut my hair and beated me up several times.
When doctors saw me they thought I was dead, they were almost right, when one of them went to check my pulse I woke up and scared the living shit out of them. And then I passed out. I woke up year later, in hospital bed. I was sore and suprised I wasn’t dead. As soon as my eyes opened doctor came in to greet me.

Io sono solo un...... [Incompleto]

“Vi vedo passare qui, dinnanzi a me; vedo le vostre espressioni turbate, il vostro lento deambulare mentre vi guardate intorno basiti. Al di là di questa vetrina scorgo i vostri occhi che mi guardano con curiosità, con stupore…. Come osate, voi, stupide genti irrispettose!? Come osate guardarmi così?! Ai tempi d’oro, nel 1231 a.C. , sotto il grande Papa Gregorio IX, gli unici sguardi che ricevevo erano sguardi colmi di terrore, paura, panico puro. Bastava il mio nome a far tremare i poveri sventurati; bastava un mio movimento a strappare dalla gola di quei pezzenti, urla sovrumane, urla di dolore. Sentivo le loro carni cedere alla pressione delle mie lame, sentivo il sangue caldo, sangue ancora pompato nelle vene da me squarciate. Che nostalgia…se potessi piangere, una lacrima sgorgherebbe dai  miei occhi ma..sono solo un divaricatore a pera.

Oh, bambino…tu non dovresti essere qui, lo sai? Non è un luogo per te.. Guardandoti meglio però, mi ricordi il piccolo Ruggero.. sì, anche lui aveva le guance paffute come te. Ah…come rideva il piccolo, aveva soli 10 anni, che ne poteva sapere, lui? Fu scoperto da un servo di Dio a “giocare” con delle erbe e dei fiori; si divertiva a metterli in un panno e a schiacciarli per sentirne l’odore. Questo era ciò che dichiarava urlando mentre l’inquisitore scorticava la sua fragile schiena a colpi di frusta; il sangue sgorgava copiosamente dalle sue carni, sgorgava tanto quanto le sue lacrime. La bocca era spalancata, traumatizzata era la lingua che non riusciva a spiccar favella. L’uomo sembrava godere di quel dolore altrui.. In fin dei conti sono pochi a saperlo ma vi posso assicurare che la perversione di quei santissimi uomini superava di gran lunga il normale sadismo. Ruggero svenne dopo soli 27 colpi di frusta e non ebbe nemmeno il tempo di risvegliarsi poiché le fiamme già bruciavano il suo corpo. Alcuni dicono di aver sentito delle urla provenire dal rogo.. Dio l’avrà punito facendolo rinsavire proprio mentre il fuoco purificava la sua anima. Cosa? Ti ho spaventato, piccola creatura? Scappa dai tuoi genitori..

Grandi pulizie fece Richard in Francia, tanti furono gli uomini che mandò a noi, o meglio, a coloro che ci utilizzavano. Streghe, maghi, qualunque tipo di putrescente eretico… Per il lavoro compiuto in questo infernale terreno il Santissimo e Onnipotente gli avrà sicuramente concesso una vita ultraterrena ben lungi dalle rappresentazioni degli affreschi.

Guardandovi bene, uno ad uno, vi saprei collegare agli uomini violentati, massacrati, torturati dalla Chiesa. Quelle due donne ad esempio.. riportano nei miei pensieri un episodio che si protrasse per ben 13 giorni. Isabella e Melusina mi pare fossero i loro nomi. Beato sia colui che le seppe riconoscere tra la gente! Entrambe le donne erano vedove di peste, se non erro. Si diceva che adescassero i timorati di Dio con menzogne e promesse, che li invitassero nella loro casa e praticassero riti orgiastici in onore del maligno. Una delle due, Melusina, a detta dell’inquisitore che le smascherò, portava in grembo il demonio in sé. Furono messe alla gogna per 10 giorni, portate per le strade come cani, furono picchiate dalle folle, insultate e Dio solo sa che altro gli regalò la punizione. Isabella non volle confessare i propri peccati e fu lasciata nel ventre della Vergine di Norimberga. E’ posta a pochi passi da me.. Stupenda, meravigliosamente punitiva nei confronti dei maledetti. Dalle urla demoniache della donna si poteva immaginare di come il male abbandonasse quel corpo mentre i pugnali trafiggevano la candida pelle: attraversavano da parte a parte quella donna che di umano aveva solo l’aspetto. Fu resistente la donna: morì solo il 3° giorno, quando oramai le ferita che aveva per tutto il corpo cominciarono a brulicare di vermi. Quando fu aperto il sarcofago la carcassa cadde al suolo: le cavità oculari erano vuote, il sangue rinsecchito sul viso parea lacrime malvagie e sui pugnali della porta resisteva attaccato un arto.

Melusina invece ebbe il piacere di conoscere me. Ricordo che la sua gola fu straziata da un urlo di terrore non appena mi vide impugnato dal punitore. Ma non furono solo le urla a straziare la sua gola. Il fetore del suo alito si mischiò alla sporcizia della sua bocca e al sapore di ferro del suo sangue mentre squarciavo la sua carne. Più lei si dimenava, più le mie lame affilate si conficcavano in quella lingua infernale. Fu eccitante scorticare quel palato sudicio sino a scoprire il bianco dell’osso ma ancor più bello fu dilaniare la sua gola e strapparene l’ugola ancora vibrante.  Quando entrai negli orifizi inferiori, la malvagità aveva già abbandonato quel corpo straziato. 2 ore. Melusina ci mise solo 2 misere ore a crepare.

Tanti qui mi ricordano gli infedeli puniti, li ricordo bene i loro volti trasformati dalla malvagità.
Quell’uomo..quell’uomo ha un qualcosa di familiare..”

“Ma piantala, Gregor, basta! Ma ancora non lo capisci che è stata tutta una presa in giro?”

“Come osi interrompere la mia parola? Se non fossi fatto della mia stessa materie, ti dilanierei!”

“Sei l’unico che, dopo così tanti secoli, ancora si ostina a lodare quelle pratiche barbare che venivano inflitte a personaggi scomodi per la chiesa, a poveri cristiani, nel nome del buon Dio.”

“Cristiani?! Hai il coraggio di definire quelle bestie “cristiani”?! Sei uno spudorato, sudicio aggeggio di metallo. Non mi pare che ti abbiano pulito dall’ultima volta che fosti utilizzato”

“No, non mi hanno mai lavato di questo sangue innocente e oggi, ciò che io porto tra le mie pinze dovrebbe ricordare a tutti cosa è accaduto e cosa non deve ripetersi mai.”

“Sarebbe invece il caso.”

Valentina La Daga alias BugiardaNarcisista

“I’ve lived my entire life carrying around the burden of a dark force inside me.”
Storytellers: Brian Michael Bendis & Valerio Schiti
Source: Guardians of the Galaxy vol.3 #25

What’s this? An actual great use of Illyana for more than transport? Love this. We all enjoy Yana’s sarcastic jabs and dark sense of humor, but more attention paid to the fact that she’s actually a pretty torured character is always a treat.

(You still owe me an Illyana/Gamora swordfight, though, Marvel.)

I dislike how this webside is always strongly against things like harrasment and physical or psychic violence but if one thing doesn’t work how they like it they talk about killing and toruring people. Whats that