Terror Firsthand #10: Seeking Revenge on Those who Crossed The Line
©Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home.
Warning: extreme terror, sexual content
Terror Firsthand: Seeking Revenge on Those that Crossed the Line
I spent several days at Death Valley National Park before I decided to leave to seek revenge on Armando, Kevin, and Emanuela. I tracked Armando down and drove directly to his/her job. After I got there I snapped a picture of him/her. Then I burned candles on the picture and casted a spell over the predator that last for three months. After that, Armando died at a huge birthday bash party. A mass shooter came to the party and shot him, along with several of her/his associates. They were shot at point blank range. There was a huge memorial for the victims, and the memorial was shot up by another mass shooter. The city was so shook, that they decided not to have any more memorials for the victims.
After I found out that Armando was dead, I was relieved.
"Whew, now I don't have to have flashbacks about the rapes and bullying anymore." I said out loud. I hated having flashbacks and nightmares. It also didn't take long for them to die. Three months was way shorter than the two years it took for Rhonda and Lorenzo Espinoza to pass away.
Then there was Kevin. I met Kevin on a 1-800 dating chatline six years ago. I talked to Kevin for a few months before I found out that he was a woman. His name was actually not Kevin, it was Kelly. I talked to Kevin for several months. I was spotted with Kevin in multiple places- the movies, the mall, and at the Red Lobster restaurant. I even took a photo with him. I didn't sleep with Kevin, because I'm not a promiscuous person. I wanted to get to know him before I got in the bed with him, especially after the other nasty events that took place. I didn't want to chance it. One day I asked Kevin to send me a nude and the first thing he said was,
"No, I don't send nudes. Stop trying to rush into things bae."
I figured I was moving too fast and I respected Kevin's decision to wait at first. Months and months passed, and I felt like something wasn't right. I kept pressuring him to sleep with me after that. I wanted to see his d*ck as soon as possible to make sure he even had one.
One day, I decided that I would get a hotel room with Kevin. I eventually pressured him into going. The first thing I said was,
"Take off your pants." After I came out of the shower topless, wearing nothing but a thong, exposing all of my tattoos.
"I think we should wait. It's not time. Go put your clothes back on bae. Let's just sit, cuddle, and watch a movie." He said.
Now I was really upset. I paid for the hotel and here he is acting like a saint. Really? I then assumed he may have been getting laid from someone else, and was playing innocent with me.
"Are you seeing someone else!? What's wrong, you don't like my body? Why are you even here!? I'm sick of you!" I screamed in shame.
I rushed over to Kevin and started grabbing his genital area, through his pants. I didn't feel anything. There was no bulge or anything. There was no way that I could've attracted another Jennifer. It's not that many trannies in America is it? Couldn't be. These people were so confused out here. Why do I attract so many gays? Why can't they just be regular!? I thought to myself.
Kevin rushed over to me to calm me down.
"Calm down bae. You're the only one." He said.
"Don't f*cking touch me." I said while I brushed his hand off of me. "How do I even know you're a man! I fell for all of your lies and I've been seen all over town with you! I wanna see your d*ck!" I yelled.
"What are you a prostitute or something? Don't be so f*cking easy ma!" Said Kevin. That's when I became really angry. I realized I wasn't his type.
"Get out! Leave right now!" I yelled. Hoping the funny acting creep would leave. He did. I went to the hotel front desk and asked for a refund. I had only been in the room for a few minutes. Plus, the rinky dink AC was broken, and it was scorching hot in there.
"Can I have a refund for room 149?" I asked "The AC's not working and I have an emergency to tend to immediately so I'll be leaving now."
"Sure I can help you with that."
Said the clerk. "You and Kelly not getting along huh?"
"What do you mean Kelly? His name is Kevin!" I said. "And no, I can't deal with that kind of person."
"No, That's not a man. That's a girl. Her name is Kelly Benson. She checks in here alot. That's a transgender." Said the clerk named James.
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah, I went to high school with her. She was gay back then. She had the sex change about 5 years ago. She's been going by the name Kevin for about 5 years." Said James, while processing my refund. I then left the hotel. Why was I not surprised? I never heard from Kevin again.
While I was on social media one day, I saw a picture of me and Kevin on a website with the caption,
"Me and my girl." It was a pic of me and Kevin at Red lobster. I scrolled down even more and saw a picture of me with her at the movies and at the mall. All of captions were similar. I ran to the bathroom and started vomiting.
"F*ck! I've been spotted everywhere with this fu*king tranny! Yuck! I'm not gay!" I screamed in pain. At least I didn't kiss the f*ggot. I would've been kissing a girl, and that's extremely nasty. No wonder he/she didn't want to pull off her pants. I immediately sent Kevin a message asking her to take the pictures down. She-he replied two days later saying,
"I'm not taking anything down."
I then messaged back saying,
"You do not have my permission to use my pictures!"
He-she then replied saying,
"I took the pictures with my iPhone. I own them."
Then I said,
"I'm not your f* cking girl you creep! You lied to me. I thought you was a man!"
Then she blocked me. I checked his/her page from another profile for about 7 more months and the pictures were still there with the same caption. There were even comments on the pictures with emojis.
"Aww what a cute couple** heart emoji***" -MeanGurlinCa
"Cute! They're so good together! *** Smiley face emoji***" -SexyGodVa
"Sweetest couple! " -TooPrettyDiva97
"Go Kevin! She's cute!" -Benzino202
"We love who we love. Nothing can stop it. **Rainbow flag emoji***" - GenisisBod89
"We're getting married soon!" replied Kevin to GenisisBod89
"I'm happy for you bro **couple kissing emoji**" replied GenisisBod89
I decided to comment on the post.
"We're not getting married, I don't even know this creep! This man is a woman!" I commented to Kevin and GenisisBod89, whoever that was.
"Girl Bye! How you not know him and you was seen everywhere with him? We all saw you. We saw you leaving the hotel with him too!** Laughing emoji**" Replied GenisisBod89
I started crying.
"Y'all don't pay my woman any mind. She's just a little fussy today, she's on her period, that's all!" Replied Kevin on the comment. Kevin was probably on hers.
"I'm not your woman and I don't want you!" I replied on the comment.
"Aww. I love you too bae. ** Kiss face emoji**" Replied Kevin.
Kevin was one sick tranny. He-she obviously did not give a f*ck about my feelings and wanted to shame me to the point of no return. I logged off.
I was extremely f*cking disgusted and grossed out by what I was witnessing. I was not dating a fu*king tranny and I certainly did not want a woman. The fa*got was even calling me bae in public. How embarrassing! I started flagging the pictures but they still wouldn't come down. I tried dating again, but no one would go out with me.
Five more years passed and the pictures were still there. I couldn't believe it. The nerve of that bogus female. I then took all of the pictures off the page and posted them to my page with the caption,
"I do not know this person. I never dated them. They are a romance scammer and a fraud. I am not a lesbian and I am not in the gay community nor do I identify as gay. I am not a transgender and I was not born a man at birth." I left the pictures on my page and put the world "FAKE PICTURES" and "FRAUD" all over them in large bold letters.
I then casted a spell over one of the pics to break me and the f*ggot up. Back then, I wasn't a witch, so I didn't know what to do. About a month later, the pictures weren't there anymore, but that's not all. I still didn't trust him. He-she could still have them. I casted a spell so that Kevin, I mean Kelly Benson, would die. I couldn't have a heart for someone that would lie to me like that.
Five months later Kevin finally died. She was arrested for insurance fraud and embezzlement. She died in prison. She was beat to death and jumped by five women who had a shank. Boy was I relieved. I was finally able to move on with my life. I was finally able to delete the pictures off of my page. I was hoping someone, a real man with a penis, that wasn't a rapist or a downlow gay man, would be interested in me again, after going through so many tragic events.
Five down, one left to go. Emanuela was the last person to get rid of on the death list, and I was hoping that would be the last time that I would run into another downlow gay person. They kept on flocking to me, because people wouldn't stop setting me up to look gay.
Before I cross Emanuela off, I decided to leave California for the last time. Emanuela was not in California anyway, he was in Miami, which means I'd have to go over there in order to finish him off. Before going to Miami, I decided to go hit the casino in Vegas for the first time. I've never been to Vegas, and now that I'm a witch, this would be the perfect time to go. I clapped my hands three times and said a chant..
Vegas one time, here I come,
I'm on my way, and I'm ready to play
I'm going to win big, on the count of three,
Vegas here I come, so mote it be......
I clapped my hands three times more and ended up in a hotel attached to a Casino. It was the nicest hotel I had ever seen.
"What the f*ck!" I yelled soon I got in the room. There were like hundreds of men having a gay orgy.
"This ain't the room I wanna be in. What the f*ck! San La Muerte get out of here!" I screamed. I was stuck in the room for like 30 minutes watching hundreds of men have sex together. They were all moaning. It felt gay. I was ready to get out.
"Come join us. We'll take your p*ssy." Said one of the men. "Don't let all this d*ck fool you."
Just as one of the men reached out to touch me, I ended up in another room.
"Whew!" I said, and wiped my forehead. I was rescued just in time.
The room I ended up in had a balcony and was clean. It was even better than the lodge on the east coast. Everything was marble. The floors, the tables, and the walls. There were chandeliers made of diamonds. There was a huge pool outside and a scenic view of the city. There was a fire pit and grill, next to the pool. I decided to grill some lobster, Alaskan salmon, and rice, to go with a glass of wine. I took a swim in the pool at sunset. I took pictures and posted them to my Instagram subscriptions channel. No one could see the pics but subscribers only. After I posted it, I walked to the workout room. I peeked my head in and saw a bunch of men lined up to run a train on two male strippers that looked exactly alike. It was creepy.
