at 3 o’clock in the morning, Lorena Bobbitt leaves the marital bed to go drink a glass of water in the kitchen. With her husband, they live in a small apartment on Pine Street in Manassas, Virginia. She hears with disgust John Wayne Bobbitt snoring like a pig. A few minutes ago, this bastard was forced to make love in spite of her strong protests. She feels dirty, violated. A cold anger took hold of it. The 23-year old woman takes a large kitchen knife, returned to the room, lifts the bed sheets, grabs the penis of her husband in one hand and the tran…
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