Terror Firsthand #88: The Promise Rings

 ©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: The Promise Rings 

On the phone 

Waking up to the sound of birds chirping was my daily routine. I ate a plain bagel for brunch, with a glass of ice cold orange juice. Then I got into a huge altercation with Daddy Dollaz. 

"I think you should buy a promise ring to symbolize our love." Said Daddy Dollaz, whose real name I can not disclose because I don't know what it is.

"Ok do you think I should get a real one or a fake one?" I asked.

"I think you should get the fake one, because the real ones are very expensive." Replied Daddy Dollaz. 

"But I rather buy a real one and I don't have the money right now." I said.

"And?" Said Daddy Dollaz.

I didn't like the way he said that. 

"I'm just telling the truth." I said.

"Whatever you do, don't take the ring off!" Demanded Daddy Dollaz. 

"But if I don't take it off, then it's going to turn colors and fade, and the fake diamond might pop out! It has to be a real one!" I screamed.

"Look. Just do as I say, and wear both rings until I come home, not just yours. And when you get the promise rings, take a picture of them and send it to me. What color panties are you wearing?" Asked Daddy Dollaz.

"Black." I replied.  

"By the way, I just want you to know that I'm going to be transferred to San Quentin in California for the rest of my sentence. And from now on call me Daddy P not Daddy Dollaz." Stated Daddy Dollaz.

"Why daddy? Why do you want me to call you Daddy P?" I asked.

"Daddy P stands for Daddy Prince, because that's what I am." Daddy P said.

"Ok Daddy P. I'm going to pray for you on your way to San Quentin daddy okay?" I said.

"Ok make sure you do that." He said.

Daydreaming about the real diamond ring  

After that, the phone call ended and I went online to find promise rings for a couple. I found a very cheap one but I didn't listen to Daddy P's advice. I saw a real one that was too expensive and I knew right then, that was the ring I wanted. I daydreamed about holding it. I didn't tell Daddy P though. There is no way a fake piece of jewelry would ever last if I don't take it off. 

Hearing Daddy P saying that he was getting transferred all the way to San Quentin put chills up my spine. I started having flashbacks of Sebastian Gustavo. I never got to meet Sebastian. He was an asshole before I could even meet him in real life. I was hoping Daddy P wouldn't turn into a cold hearted monster in California state prison because that's all that's in there.

I cut the TV back on and then saw Chan Da God on a gay podcast interview called "Boyz With Bodz". The host was called Hernandez Elliott. 

"Today we have with us the one and only Chan Da God. He has appeared in over 52 gay porn films and has been labeled the most wealthiest gay black porn star in America. How are you today Chan?" Inquired Hernandez Elliott, sounding lame.

"I'm fine. I have my lovely wife here, Malinda Brown." Said Chan.

"Ew! Malinda Frankenstein got married again!" I screamed in disbelief.

"So how long have the two of you been married?" Asked Hernandez.

"We've been married for three weeks now and we love every minute of it!" Responded gay ass Malinda. 

"So Malinda, how do you handle your husband sleeping with hundreds of gay men at a time?" Questioned Hernandez.

"Well, I take PreP and sometimes I participate!" Said Malinda Brown.

"But you're like 60 years old. Why are you doing porn at 60 years old? Bruh what the hell?" Exclaimed Hernandez.

Chan Da God and Malinda Brown at Boyz With Bodz podcast studio 

"No one cares how old I am. I am a MILF. They still all want to f*ck me, and I'm going to let them. Plus I'm getting paid around $3,000 per flick. I've already made two new porn films with my husband. They just dropped and they are called Nothing But Raw Azz #1 and Nothing But Raw Azz #2." Said Malinda Brown looking stank.

"Malinda, are you gay? There's a couple of women that said you tried to rape them before they passed away. One of them were your own daughter. Is it true? Did you have a sexual relationship with your own daughter?" Questioned Hernandez Elliott.

"Yuck! I would never do such a thing! My daughter was lying. She was a liar. I would never! I loved her!" Lied Malinda Brown.

"Then there was Christian Lewis. She said that you tried to molest her, but she told you no and then you threatened to hurt her. Is that true?" Asked Hernandez.

"Like I said before on The Fantastic Lash Bar - no I did not try to rape my step daughter. She was just jealous because I took up too much of her daddy's time and he spent more time with me than he did with her." Lied Malinda Brown again.

"Speaking of Francis Lewis, have you talked to him since he's been in prison?" Questioned Hernandez Elliott.

"No I have not. I don't care about my ex husband. He is not my concern. Maybe he'll find a man or a wife to help him. I'm married to Chan Da God now and nothing can come between us. I don't care if Chan sleeps with 1000 more men without a condom. That's more d*ck for the both of us. He will always be my husband." Said Malinda Brown. She was a disgusting motherf*cker with no morals at all. 

"Where do the two of you live now?" Asked Hernandez Elliott.

"We live in Beverly Hills California." Replied Chan Da God. "We have a huge bed in our mansion where most of our sexual partners stay. We film most of the porn in our new house now."

"I heard that Big Mosquito from Washington D.C. just flew out there and moved into the house with the two of you." Said Hernandez Elliott.

"Big Mosquito did move in with us." Said Chan Da God.

"How big was his di*k? Was his asshole a virgin, or was he already gay? Was he tight back there or already loose?" Asked Hernandez, while laughing. 

"His d*ck was huge. Me and about five of my homeboys hit it. Swallow DeCock hit it and Mr. Nutenya hit it. He enjoyed every minute of it. His ass wouldn't stop creaming. He was a gay virgin. He had already had my wife before me, so I figured I might as well hit it too. It was fun!" Said Chan Da God while laughing. I could've believe Big Mosquito got turned out by Malinda. 

"Was he in the new porn?" Asked Hernandez.

"Yes, he was in Nothing But Raw Azz #1 & 2 with my wife and several other men. Mr. Enyoazz was in that one as well. Y'all be sure to check that out!" Explained Chan Da God.

Nothing But Raw Azz # 1 & 2 porn flick, featuring Chan Da God, Malinda Butts, Big Mosquito, Mr. Enyoazz, Swallow DeCock and more

"And Malinda you're not sleeping with women? You're the only woman in the flick?" Asked Hernandez.

"Hell nah! I'd never f*ck a woman." Lied Malinda Brown again. Malinda was a pathological liar that wanted to cover up her evil, sinister, twisted, downlow gay, incestuous crimes, and most of the men she dated were young enough to be her son.

"Oh okay. Well that's all for today guys. Thank you for tuning into "Boyz With Bodz" We out! Be sure to like, comment, and subscribe and hit that notification bell. Thank you Chan Da God and Malinda Brown." Said Hernandez Elliott. 

I couldn't believe I sat there and watched all that. I changed the channel and saw a candlelight vigil for Pancho Gustavo in Baltimore. There wasn't one for Christian Lewis. She was just a regular ol stripper and prostitute to the community. 

"Christian Lewis was out there ya know. She was always selling her ass, and when you're out there showing your whole ass to strangers like she was, anything can happen. No one knows who killed her, but we all know it wasn't Pancho Gustavo. Pancho Gustavo loved her. Christian was not forced into prostitution. She did it on her own. All of these lives are being lost and cut short for no reason." Said a witness, hiding their face.

Man in Baltimore speaking on Christian Lewis 

"So to all the women out there that's thinking about stripping and escorting and showing your whole nude body to strangers, make sure you stay safe. It's treacherous out here. This is Baltimore City. They need to understand that." Said another man to the camera.  

When the news report went off, I tried to find something to watch on Roku TV. I turned the channel and saw a gay reality show called Dyke Girls Club. It was a show about a bunch of superficial dykes, living in the same mansion. It was on its 11th season. It was by far one of of trashiest, stinkiest, funkiest, lesbian shows I had ever seen. I couldn't believe a show that stinky existed for so many years.  

Women like the ones on Dyke Girls Club always steal my boyfriends and money, leaving me in a permanent state of emergency! They make me sick! All of my ex boyfriends left me for a bunch of downlow lesbian gays because they knew that women that stinky were a better fit for them than me. 

In one Dyke Girls Club season 11 scene, one of the dykes started making out with another one of the dykes in the house and I immediately changed the channel. I hate lesbians and bisexuals and the gay men that love them! They all stink! What a distasteful television show!

I went to the bathroom and vomited for about one minute and then I went back inside of tent and started painting. I ended up painting a picture of a white candle, next to a bunch of white flowers and a white bird. I set the painting out in the sun to dry.

After the painting dried, Daddy P called but I had accidentally left my dying phone on the charger and walked away. I was busy writing "I love Daddy P" 50 times on the back of his photo. Then I lit some sage and patchouli incense. I waved the photograph through the sage 50 times while chanting under the moonlight and stars,

"I love Daddy P.... 

I love Daddy P....

I love Daddy P ...."

I said I love Daddy P 50 times and then lit a blue candle. I let the candle burn on top of Daddy P's photograph along with a hundred dollar bill. While the candle burned, I put another photograph of Daddy P underneath of my pillow and drew a heart on the back with my name and Daddy P's name.