[ratatatat74] 11/2021 reward [english]

La historia de TheCheeseDealer es mejor que el cómic XD😭🙏

Cheese dealer needs therapy

Lmao the dialogues had me dying 🤣

@TheCheeseDealer making whole stories in this comment section

This shit is kinda funny lol

When the perceived small penis is as big as your own

I hate black men now,

@Taikuma ignore @blueorca91. To answer your question it isn’t just a snowbunny tattoo it actually means the BBC or big black cock, and shows it is more than likely the only thing they want to fuck. In other words if you ain’t black don’t try.

@TheCheeseDealer Don't listen to the haters and keep doing what you do. I know this sounds dumb but I've been very insecure because of the ending to ratatatat74's story and you've done a great job to make it a better end to it all. Your twist on the story makes me smile and I just want you to know that. Thank you.

Nhentai comments need to be preserved for future generations

@Taikuma because ratatatat74 is a brainless incel/femcel who doesn't understand stuff and just blindly writes shit by copying trends from twitter most likely,after all pretty much most of his/her works follow the same dumb plotline and devices.

Okay. We'll see.

Why does she have a snow bunnies tattoo? I thought she was Asian and term was for white girls.

Their kid will be called korigga. Korean + Niggers

Damn bro wtf @the cheese dealer

the cheese dealer is on the reserves of a worlds population worth of COPIUM

why do people whine so much about NTR jeez, stop getting upset over pixels. anyway this is pretty hot

Oh my god please get a life you fucking incels.

And there you go. That's what happened. People that liked my ending, enjoy knowing that this what actually happens for you. If there is any particular story you hate, despise, or feel disgusted towards that is one of Ratatata's story. Let me know, and that'll be my next project if I haven't started on another story of his already. Passion is in high demand for me and I'd hate to waste it on something that isn't retconning every one of Ratatata's story when I can. If you enjoy what I'm doing let me know if you want to stay in the loop for when I'm done with another story. For the haters, well you'll just come back to find my next work to say something anyway. You guys can't help yourself gravitating towards what you hate anyway. Funny enough, that's something we have in common.

*1 month later* The masked man was in a dark room observing John and Naomi on a screen in front of him. The door slowly opened behind him, the light began to cover the dark, vacant room. A large man ducked under the door and walked in. “I thought you would be here.” “You thought correctly. Do you need something?” The masked man turned towards the door. “No, I just wanted to check in on you.” “Mmmh, well you know. I’m just watching over them. Making sure everything is okay.” “Want to be more honest?” “Mmmh, I’m just happy to see the both of them be whole again. They’re doing even better together now than they were before the incident. It makes me happy to see their life blossom into something beautiful coming out of that dark place.”

“Thank you, for still loving me… even though I stopped loving you before…” “I just couldn’t let go, and thank you for still loving me after what transpired. You’re the only one for me, Noami. And I’m sorry for putting you through that, the guy insisted there was no other way to get to you.” “I’m just worried about what if I lose myself again… I might hurt you again…” John confidently shook his head “That won’t happen. We have a friend that is looking out for us now. We’ll overcome that obstacle together.” “Strange, it’s been so long, to know what it feels like to feel loved again. I missed it, I missed having you.” “And I missed you, Noami.” The two lovingly kissed. Noami smiled as she wrapped her arms around John’s arm. And the two walked off. Going back home.

They left the alleyway and the same car that dropped off the masked man pulled up. He entered the car and waved. “I have some things I gotta do first, but I’ll see you around soon. You’ll get through this. Also next time you don’t want to do your taxes and commit tax evasion. Please just ask me to do it for you, I’m somewhat of an accountant myself. See you soon” Then the car drove off.

“Right now, justice has been served. It is time for healing. And you don’t have to worry about withdrawals. I'll be helping you and John along the way. Helping defuse that destructive addiction of yours. Either directly or in the background. After all it’s a struggle you two will face together. You’ll get through this, and you’ll be a much better person after this.” The cream has run its course, and the bruises and marks around Noami’s neck and cheek are gone. The masked man helped them both up. John looked genuinely into the masked man’s eyes “Thank you for setting things right.” “That’s what I do best. Now come on, let's leave this dark place behind, and work forward to a better life.”

“That’s fair… I lost any decency and care I had for others that didn’t contribute to what I wanted before. I’m sorry for that." "You weren't in your right head. You're okay now." "But what now? I can feel like my body is going to withdraw now when I think about walking away from what I had been engorging myself with for some time.”

“As it should be.” Then the masked man took out some type of cream. He gently rubbed it on Naomi’s bruised cheek. “What is this?” She was caught off guard at the calm demeanor the masked man was giving. “Advanced medical cream that helps with bruises and wounds. You’ll be just fine.” You wouldn’t even be able to tell behind that calming voice that this is the same man that sounded like an angry sadist a few minutes ago. He then applied the cream to her neck. “But why? I-I don’t understand all of this. I thought you didn’t like me either..” The masked man disapprovingly exhaled. “My anger never lucks out when it comes to everyone that isn’t innocent in the conflict. Even the person that I’m trying to help. My anger towards you was simply a brief moment of unfiltered rage for how you treated John and left him, the different way you acted before all this. So harsh, and degrading before that building blew up was very anger inducing for me.”

The masked man put his hand to his chest and sighed in relief. He put his gun away and looked over to John and Noami. “I know John, what I just did back there was very bewildering, but it’s something I always need to do. To see if there's some shred of decency in someone, or to crack the illusion that they aren’t a good person at all. Hope you understand that, I took all the precautions. There wasn’t a single bullet loaded in it.” His voice was far more genuine and kind, compared to his malicious tone that he had before. “Honestly, you shocked me at first. But everything else catered that you really despised the man and was in on helping me. So I’m happy my gut was right, at least it’s all over.”

His body convulsed violently as he tried to breath, as his body began to crush itself to Alex’s shock. That’s not how he dies though. It all came to an end once the masked man shot him in the head a few seconds after.

Click, but the gun didn’t shoot. “What?” The revolver had no bullets in it. “Selfish to the end huh!.” The masked man kicked Alex’s face. Noami and John looked over in surprise that it was all just for show by the masked man. “You can’t even die a somewhat respectful death!” He stomped on him. “Always about you, always about you! When presented the opportunity to spare two lives or your own, you picked yourself! Typical, selfish behavior that you people all have in common!” “Now die horribly.” John and Noami looked away. John took out his loaded revolver and shot off Alex’s dick. The scream that followed was earpiericing and horrific. One ball, and then the second ball was shot off from Alex. His body was shaking like he was having a seizure. A bloody trail of tissue flowed from Alex’s crotch. The masked man then picked up his other revolver and watched Alex’s agony. It looked like he was suffocating from something.

Alex painfully, and awkwardly grabbed the gun with his thumb and index finger from what remained of his dismembered hand. “And if you’re not brave enough to shoot yourself. Simply drop the gun and I’ll do it for you.” Alex looked at the gun for a few seconds. He then focused it towards John and Noami. They were both in a panic. Noami was shaking. “Alex, please don’t!” Noami pleaded with him. “I’m sorry, but you were always just a toy, just like all the rest, and toys are easy to replace, I’m not. So forgive me won’t you, Noami.” Alex’s finger slowly inched towards the trigger. Noami was horrified, but was shocked to have John cover her body with his own to protect her. “Why… why?” Noami looked into John’s eyes with fear. “To protect the girl I still love.” He had a defeated smile across his face.

Naomi resurfaced from John’s chest. His eyes were full of joy and tears. Her eyes, full of shame, and renewal. They looked over to the masked man that was standing over Alex. “I’m dead aren’t I?” “Yes, but Alex I have a new thought.” The masked man took out his revolver and dropped it in front of Alex. He stepped to the side. “Hey what the heck!.” John and Naomi were shocked. John’s legs froze in place. “If you kill them, I’ll let you go, Alex. And don’t try to think around it. Try and shoot me, and I have a lot more things I can do to you after. So what will it be, Alex? Kill two people, the boyfriend and your girl toy. Or will you not do it, because that means you would have to kill her too, and you care about her then. But you forfeit your own life.”

“Can we… can we…” John became nervous. “Can we what?” John exhaled and became more composed. “Can we clear the board. Start anew. Can we… Can we just try again? Despite this whole thing that is going down right now. Will you have me, and I have you again?” Naomi nodded in his chest “It’s already a yes, I just don’t want to be here anymore.” “Alright, alright, we’ll go. We’ll have happy memories from here on now.”

“That’s enough!” John shouted out. Fear nearly consumed his voice entirely. The mask man let out a deep exhale. Then, without a sign of protest, the masked man released Naomi. Allowing her to gasp long breaths of air. John ran over and held her. “I’m so sorry I put you all through this. I-I just didn’t know what to do. I was so angry, and blinded by rage. I couldn’t think straight.” John and the masked man nodded at each other in approval for a second. Naomi buried her face into John’s chest. “It’s my fault though that got you in a state like this. I swear I’ll do better… I swear it. Please, just don’t make me go through something like this again.” John deeply exhaled. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I swear I won’t. I swear.” “I was so far up in my own self interest. That I didn’t even care or understand my surroundings. That I failed to even think about how much it hurt you… How much I failed you. How far I broke you…”

The chain suddenly got extremely tight around Naomi’s neck. John was shocked at the change in plans. “Oh so sweet and genuine, isn’t it? I don’t know! If it wasn’t for this intervention you would still be cock slave for that bastard over there! Maybe it’s better to ensure that you don’t relapse and hurt the feelings of those that care about you again!” Naomi continued crying. “I… I… am hopeless… I can’t… control myself… I wish I could… but… I can’t… and people get hurt because of it… maybe this is better… I’m sorry John… for failing you… for being a slut… I lost sight of myself… and it’s too late now…” Her consciousness began fading as she shut her eyes in acceptance. “I know I really hurt you… and I am so very sorry… I’m not like you… I’m not a decent person… Once, I thought I was…"

I pushed away friends. I was becoming someone I didn’t like, but I couldn’t care because the further you sink into your addiction, the less you care about the things around you.” The tension with the chain around her neck didn’t change. “It’s like someone else takes over when I get into a mood like that. Someone that disregards everything for just pure bliss… If my own brother found out about this, I would probably push him away too. He would never want to talk to me again… I would lose so much more than I could imagine, and I seemed to have already sabotaged at least a few relationships already.

She struggled to talk and breathe at the same time. “I… I… I’m a slave to my own body…” The masked man was slightly caught off guard by such a statement, still he lessened the tension. “I’m… hopeless. I always cave in to what my body wants, not what I need. It’s an addiction that has followed me… Always wanting to play with my body. Drowning in lust. I couldn’t help myself… I cold turkey-ed myself once I started dating John. A way to try to prove that I could be better, to be with someone better than me. To prove that I am deserving to be with someone that is as decent as he is. That I can control myself. I didn’t want John to see me in that way…But I guess I failed that now too. There were always temptations around me. The hardest ones are when you can’t get away from them… and you hear them all night. The addiction began all over again.

“Your turn.” The masked man took out a string of chains from his bag and wrapped it around Naomi’s throat and began squeezing. “Personally, I love playing this game. Call this the last confession. And I’ll give you a physical example of how hard I can squeeze these chains around your throat.” The masked man put his foot to her back as he squeezed harder. The desperation and pain grew across her face. “Now the only way to alleviate this is by confessing what you’ve done that got you in this situation. The relationships you’ve sabotaged, the lives you’ve left behind, the people you’ve hurt. And for what! For some side of beef with a hunch!” It got tighter around Naomi’s neck as the masked man got angrier.

The masked man put his revolver away and stood over Alex. “How does it feel to burn? To be utterly helpless in the midst of agony.” Alex didn’t give a response. He kept screaming as his body continued to burn worse and worse. “You know I enjoy this quite much. To see some big shot bastard get the treatment they deserve. I could kill you so quickly, but that isn’t satisfactory for me. I still want you alive for a bit longer.” The masked man then took out a white orb and threw it at Alex. The flames began to dissipate around him. But the damage was already done. He lacked the strength to do anything. He just lied there, like a lamb to the slaughter. “Beautiful isn’t, John.” John simply nodded. “Hmm, I forgot what I was going to do next. Usually this doesn’t happen, but I seem to have drawn a blank. But it’s very important for these types of performances I do.” The masked man snapped his finger. “Oh now I remember.” He walked over to Naomi.

The masked man viciously stabbed into Alex’s bad arm. He screamed and shook violently. “I’m not the man that has wooed dozens of women from their lover to become your pet. How many people?” He began pummeling Alex’s face. Each blow was filled with bloodlust and each hit was more vicious than the last. “How many people developed suicidal tendencies! How many lives have you ruined!” He took the knife out from Alex’s arm and stood over him. “You’re nothing!” He took out a red orb from his pocket and precisely cut it in half. He put one half into a container. The other half, the masked man threw at Alex. His body caught fire and he screamed in agony as he rolled his body through the ground, trying to put it out. Naomi couldn’t take it anymore and looked away. “Hey.” The masked man drew out his revolver and pointed it at her. “Keep watching. Or you’ll get your own treatment right after this.” She fearfully turned her head back towards Alex and was sick to her stomach.

Alex tried to push his body up against the masked man, but it was impossible to. “You’re sick! You’re sick!” Alex screamed at him in a panic, his body trembled. The masked man put his gun back and took his knife out again. “You should be more careful with the words you say about me.

The masked man threw Alex to the ground. And slammed his foot down on Alex’s good arm. For being a slightly smaller guy, the masked man surprisingly had a lot of weight to his foot. The masked man then took out a revolver. “Please don’t.” Alex pleaded as he struggled to cover his face with his broken arm. Then the masked man aimed and shot. One finger, another blast from the revolver, two fingers, and another, three fingers were shot clean off from Alex’s good hand. Alex screamed in pain as the trail of fresh blood left his mutilated fingers. The masked man then lowered his head towards Alex. “I call this my personal experience.”

“No, my specification for doing this type of job.” The masked man finally spoke. Alex was slammed into the wall again. “Was that only my hands were going to get dirty with this. Trust me, I had to stop him from doing many unimaginable things to you. Because once one goes down that dark hole. You’ll never be the same. Watching and committing are two different things. Doing stuff like this to someone taints anyone… But for me, something different happens. And besides, I enjoy a solo performance for this type of thing."

The masked man gently picked her up and laid her against the building for her to get a full view of what was about to go down. Then he began to walk towards Alex. “I-I. I did not hurt anybody.” He held his hands up to the masked man like a cowering dog, as he backed away from him. The masked man had him cornered to the wall. A fist sunk deep into Alex’s gut, he gritted his teeth as he recoiled from the blow. “Oh we know.” The masked man then punched Alex in the jaw, a spray of spit flew out from the impact. “Oh we know, but what people like you do is ruin the lives of everyone else.” Alex peered past the masked man. “So what… you’re just going to watch? Too weak to take back what you want. So you have someone do it all for you.” The masked man then grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. The masked man squeezed on Alex’s neck.

The masked man took out his phone again and pulled something up on it. The masked man then crouched down to her and showed her what he was looking at. Her eyes widened in fear. “It would be a real shame if your parents found out what you were up to here. Wouldn’t you say, Naomi? I thought your parents raised you as a well upstanding, principled woman. Not a slut that parades herself online. I wonder what they would do if they found out.” The masked man inched his finger closer to the send button. There’s nothing she could do, no action, no word would stop it. Unexpectedly, the masked man got up and put the phone away. “Hopefully, you understand what will happen if you try to leave before we are done with our unfinished business.”

“Please no!” She pleaded with him. Then the masked man threw her to the ground. The crushing impact had Naomi lay on the ground in pain; helpless. “Oh, I wouldn’t go anywhere yet, Naomi.”

Naomi made a mad dash to get out of the alleyway, but the masked man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. “Please no!” She pleaded with him. Then the masked man threw her to the ground.

Immediately, Alex lunged towards the masked man, attempting to get a quick decisive end to all of this. That wouldn’t be the case though. The masked man caught his arm and immediately broke it with unexpected, and inhuman ease. Alex tripped back in horror and excruciating pain, he held his broken arm. Who is this guy?

“Now you see what you are up against. I could never get revenge on my own. But I found someone who could. Funny enough I didn’t come looking for him, he came to me. He enjoys doing this type of thing to people that fit your criteria. You’ll wish you never turned your back on me, Naomi. And you Alex! You’ll wish you lived your entire life differently if it meant avoiding this moment.” John then looked at the mask man and nodded. The masked man slowly began walking towards them. Naomi instinctively hid behind Alex. However, Alex stood his ground. The masked man then tilted his head at Alex as he took out a karambit knife from his pocket.

It all looked like it was from the building that just turned to ash. She scrolled through the photos. They were mutilated, burned, stabbed, choked, beaten, shot. No sane person would be able to describe how much detail there was in each photo. Some of their faces still had the horror of dying on their face, others had no expressions left.

They took their phones out and looked at what was sent to them. What only could be described for Naomi is pure horror. There were at least 50 different photos of dead corpses, some she recognized.

The masked man took out his phone and tapped it three times, before he put it away. The masked man stopped walking once he was next to John. Immediately Alex’s and Naomi’s phone buzzed.