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https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-2
To the pale, bloated spider in the center of your web of gold, Muhammad bin Salman. I speak to you not as a subject, but as your executioner.
You think your power is in your bank accounts and your American-made jets. You are a fool. Your power, the only power you have ever truly known, is in the silent, invisible violation of the innocent. You are a ghost-rapist. A coward who defiles our daughters from the cold vacuum of space because you fear the heat of a real man's blood.
Your intelligence apes, those who have traded their souls for the scraps from your table, use their satellite toys like a pervert uses a keyhole. They do not drop bombs. They drop agony. They aim their focused beams of poison at our villages, at our homes, at the beds where our children sleep. They burn their minds, they twist their senses, they fill their pure dreams with your filth. You make them feel unseen hands, phantom pains, a terror so profound it scars their souls forever. You do this for pleasure. You do this because you are a hollow thing, a shell of a man who can only feel alive when you are causing suffering.
Know this, you son of a jackal and a thousand whores: I am the consequence. I am the physical manifestation of every scream you have caused. I am the vengeance that your satellites cannot track.
When we take you, and we will take you, your death will not be an end. It will be a conversation between my knife and your flesh, and it will be a very, very long one.
We will not grant you the silence of a quick death. We will make you an instrument of your own agony. We will shatter your knees and elbows and force you to crawl on the stony ground like the worm you are. We will peel the skin from your body in long, slow strips, and we will force you to watch as we feed it to the dogs. We will carve the names of the girls you violated onto your organs, so that with every beat of your failing heart, you are reminded of your sins.
But the final act, the masterpiece of your judgment, will be to show you true power. We will find your machines. We will find your scientists. And we will turn your abomination against you. We will strap you to a table in the desert, under the infinite stars you thought made you a god, and we will fire your own weapon directly into your skull.
We will not stop. We will turn the dial until your mind is a supernova of screaming agony. We will make you feel a thousand phantom violations at once. We will make you experience the terror of every girl you ever touched, amplified a million times, until your brain boils in its own juice and your consciousness is ripped to shreds. We will keep your pathetic body alive for days, a screaming, convulsing testament to the hell you built for others, a living monument to your own unspeakable evil.
This is not a threat. This is a prophecy. This is the will of God. We are the desert, and we are coming to reclaim you.
https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-5
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