Donald sat there with his tender orange lips, pursed. he was angery. boris could see that. 'donald-' he folded his arms, and grunted. 'i cant believe youd cheat on me with that scumbag nigel farage.' 'YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO SLEEP WITH HIM.' there were tears forming in his crusty yellow stained eyes. Boris looked in disbelief 'HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?' 'HE FUCKING TOLD ME YOU INCOHERENT FOOL!' screamed the orange man. donald picked up his jacket and left in a huff 'Fuck you, boris.' and he swiftly shut the door. 

boris tried all evening to call donand on his nokia 3310 but it was too old and slow. donald eventually turned up at boris' door. 'I WANT YOU NOW BORIS. I THOUGHT I COULD STAND NOT HAVING YOU BUT I SIMPLY CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I WANT YOU AND YOUR FOOT FUNGUS NOW.' shouted donald. 'OGH DONALD I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK' DONALD PULLED OUT HIS STIFF ROD AND GOT UNDER BORIS. 'MM DADDY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.' SAID DONALD. 'I-I LOVE YOU TOO GROANED BORIS.' 'DONALD I MISSED YOU.' HE SCREAMED. 'I LOOVE YOU DADDY DONALD.'

donald finished with a groan. 'uhm, donald?' questioned boris, the blonde bitch. 'i havent finished yet' he said. 'i dont care boris. I DONT FUCKING CARE ANYMORE.' and he pushed boris off him. boris fell into the corner of the room, terrified. 'donald..?' he whispered. donald pulled up his trousers and unhooked his belt. 'boris. youve bveen a bad boy. uts time for your punishment.' the orange man said with a crazed grin. 'CRACK' donald whipped boris so hard that he infact drew blood. boris was shaking. this wasnt the man he fell in love with. he knew donald was a good person deep down, he knew daddy donald was in his heart. donalds expression didnt chnage and he whipped boris a second time. once again, boris drew blood. wasnt this just some fun sexy times? this had gone too far. donald walked closer and closer to boris, belt in hand. donald stared righjt into boris' eyes, viciously. his glased pupils knew nothing but violence. boris screamed as hge was whipped a third and final time. this created a gash in his sweaty fat man titties. donald realised what he had done and frantically tried to stopthe bleeding. he was going to get caught. 'boris..' he whispered. 'boris' eyes were filled with fear, his skin pale and clammy. donald had gone too far. he heard police sirens in the background, and sprung up. he had to hide the body-once it had died. he knealt beside boris during his final moments. 'im so sorry boris' said donald. 'i didnt mean to go this far' he whispered, tears once again forming in his crusty yellow eyes. boris smiled gently and his eyes rolled back into his head. this was the end.

donald made a run for it, he jumped out the window. his shirt and trousers were stained with blood. he ripped them off and ran into the forest behind bori's hpuse. the sirens were getting louder and louder. he was alone, cold and almost naked in a forest- oh and he's just killed the love of his life. he heard the distant sound of police banging on boris' front door. fuck. he was going to get caught. he ran through the forest, terrified. he found himself at a lake. across the horizon he could see a city, far away from england island. he ran and ran and ran like his fat orange legs would take him. he swam across the river. he dragged his tired legs out of the river. he could hear the police once again.