Now, because of THAT, let me give them a telescopic view into their immediate futures, when I leave them in the dust, with their... neighbours.
let me gloat first:- I am so GOOD at being bad it makes me proud of myself.
So, I kill butt-head and the other fools, and then, I leave them hanging on that tree and forbid anyone to touch it or them.AND I give the ruling authorities this instruction:- none of the females of the OSC will be allowed by any means, even if fatally ill, to leave the vicinity of Simonstown.They can not go shopping, they will have to order the food in to the place, and how that happens will be a mystery, because no one in his right mind would want to get into the place anyway. If whoever does want to get in does get in, I would treat such an act as defiance, and I would make certain the person who defies me pays. Fact is, from the time I kill and hang the people on the tree, Simonstown is on permanent lockdown. No one comes in or out, and so, the people will have to remain in place. No one will go anyplace else, but remain in situ!
Now, imagine a hungry mob afraid of death on one hand, and vengeful on the other. What do you think will happen, eh, butt-head's mom? You who chose to try to muzzle ME when I never bothered anyone till your son's girlfriend angered me? What do you think the people will say, or DO when they are starving and they want to get out?
I will tell you what:- I will allow people to leave Simonstown only on one condition, that they show they are not siding with you, and kill you and bring your bodies to me. I mean you, nicky? your whole family and such, and then, I will be satisfied and let them carry on with their miserable lives, till I kill THEM also.
You have the right to carry on spying on me, but you must know that your days have suddenly become very, very precarious.
I want michelle brought to me alive. I want to kill her personally. VERY personally. I want her to look into my eyes and see me up close and without any barriers, and know for a certainty that I hate her, do not pity her and have been waiting for years to do just that.KILL HER!
And all that will happen when I come back from Alaska.
So, people will starve and groan till I am ready, and you are going to be prey for them. That, on top of knowing that your son, the one you wanted to hide from me, is hanging a few minutes walk, exposed to all of the residents, while the two faggot-faces have their dicks in their mouths, as I promised.
YESSS.
How is THAT for a view of your futures!
You will tremble and groan, and trust me, it will get worse. You will get a taste of how it feels to have every hand against you, just as you despised me and looked down on me and thought me a nuisance to be flushed down the toilet.
My, my my, you will suffer, and there will be no rest for you, day or night.
I am more powerful than you,and I will snatch that which you hoarded, and turn you lives around, and make you so distraught you will no longer remember a single day where you ever smiled, for all the agony which will surround you. You may barricade yourselves in your mansion, but the enemy will be one within; your own hunger, and the determined hoarde, from Mouille Point all the way round to Red-hill and stuff, because every area south of the Lower North Battery will be cordoned off, nothing goes in or out; by land, sea or air. See?
That is what I call being LEFT BEHIND, fools!
Se will "melt away like butter", yes?