Dipper was furious. Rage and frustration ran though his blood while pain shot through his now bloodied member.
"FUCK, FUCK FUCK!" He screamed in the privacy of his room. He didn't care if the entire house heard him. He was in the grip of a fury he'd never imagined possible. From the heights of expectation and ecstasy to the bottom of hell. All in a few moments his dream became his nightmare. How could she do this? How could she be so cruel? The humiliation was bad enough but it took all his strength to remove the industrial sized rat trap from his sore, bloody member.

"GODDAMN THAT RED HEADED BITCH! i'LL FUCKING MAKE HER PAY. I'LL MAKE EVERYONE PAY!" The beguiled boy walked toward his bed and pulled out a large black case from underneath. Opening it with blood-soaked hands he retrieved the object that would grand him his vengeance. He held a fully loaded AR15, ready to drag his cruel tormentor down into hell with him.