I need Hama to fucking... stab me to death. In the abdomen. A hundred times. One of those gruesome tales you read about in the paper. "100 stab wounds found on the body." That needs to be me. And every puncture is more joyous, erotic, orgasmic than the last. Until I'm just in a red haze of blood everywhere except for some spats on white cum streaked across the crime scene. And she is never caught. She is never found guilty. She gets away with it scot-free. And she goes on to live a happy and fulfilling life, and I am forgotten, even by my own parents. I need this to happen.