I want to share an anecdote, and while anecdote it is, it is no less important for demonstrating true and proper facts-based ethics.

It began one July morning in Chicago. I was living with my two younger sisters, Justine, 5 and Cunégonde, 7. Both I miss very deeply, but understand that by their sacrifice, not only have they bettered the lives of two men, they have also bettered my own through a deeper understanding of facts-based ethics.

The first man was Drayvontay, a tall, muscular blackamoor of the most virtuous sort—the second, a culturally rich indigenous man by the name of Raphaelo. The sight of the two of them in my living room sent thrills of wonder through me—what could these two beautiful, ethnic folks desire from me and my little sisters? Upon closer inspection, I realized that the two of them had bound Cunégonde to the couch in a pool of her own black blood, while both fucked Justine on the table, one with his phallus deep within her pearly throat, the other inside her cardinal-red button of an anus.

>"Sirs!—I implore you to reconsider your actions! Don't you understand that children cannot consent?"

The two men, blackamoor and indigene—(though I must say the blackamoor too, is indigenous, as we are all one race except whites)—looked at me with a curious expression of refinement. They with their bared teeth, accented by rich African-American colored crust, leered at me with grace.

>"Don't you know that your actions cause unnecessary suffering? Please, if you find it in your hearts, please refrain from doing this in the future."

The two laughed, and I too at making these fellow human beings smile—through this simple display of kindness, the overall happiness of the world increased. They resumed fucking my sister ass, cunt, and mouth, their phalluses practically splitting her open. It was then that I approached.

>"Sirs, I will not call the police out of consideration for the barbarity of Laws, but I do humbly request that you stop."

The two, as if deaf—though deaf they may be to higher principles—ignored me; I considered what to do as they fucked her vivaciously. If I were to call the police, then not only would my sisters be harmed, but these two men may also be killed in a savage altercation. It was then that I came upon an idea:—

>"Sirs, please allow me to assist you in your task. By showing you the value of human compassion, perhaps you too may understand the harm your actions cause."

Oddly they ignored me, too engrossed in culturally enriching my young sister to hear. I understood the pain those two men must feel, burdened by the suffering of a life of oppression and poverty. The indigenous Raphaelo discharged, filling Justine's throat with his masculine seed. Quickly, I seized the moment to impart justice upon this world, and wiped the fuck-juice from her lips.

>"Mommy! Help me! Call the cops!" She cried.
Dreadful! Did she not understand the harm that could come if those two men had been shot?

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