"...Paige." Jack said.
"What, but that brute assaulted me! Me, Paige F-" Jack put his finger to her lips.
"That's the thing... you said it was Paige, by mah wife washed your laundry and found a wallet in the pocket. An' if this wallet is yours, then the name should be Maraiah Anderson... you never called yourself that..."
Paige broke out in a cold sweat.
"Also, y'all AIN'T BLACK!" Jack said as he pulled out an ID featuring a chocolate colored girl with frizzy brunette hair. The blonde gulped in fear.
"I shoulda known somethin' was off when you willingly got in mah truck." Jack said.
Paige sweated harder than ever, nervously twirling her hair. Everybody saw her blonde hair slide to the side, which made her immediately adjust it.
"What's the matter Paige?" law student Jackson asked. "Or should I say MARIA CLEFTSKI!"
The law student yanked off a blonde wig to reveal Paiges real hair, which was red and unkempt.
"Who?" Jack asked.
"A con artist. A fraud who'd been scamming a bunch of schools out of money by posing as other students." the law student explained.
With this revelation, Paige, or Maria, was drug out back and tossed into the bimbo pit.
Colin cheered on her screams as the bimbos ate out her pussy and lapped her nipples. Her chest inflated to DD cups, her ass ballooned out, her lips puffed up, her hair grew long and thick, her baby belly flattened, all while her sceaming brain turned to mush.
Colin hooked the new bimbo Marie with a chain and drug her into the yard, pining the leash like device with a spike. He then grabbed a baseball bat and hammered nails into it. He charged and struck Marie with an immense strike, drenching himself in blood as a CRUNCH filled the air. He smiled as he beat his bimbofied tormentor seven months running. Once Marie was reduced to a bloody pulp, Colin ran through the yard and jumped the fence, the sceams of the infected filling the air along with cracking and laughter.
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"And that's the last we ever saw of him." Mary Anne said as she looked her red headed son in the eyes.
"Mommy, is Mr. Colin still out there?" her son Lenny asked.
"I'm sure of it." Mary Anne said as she but her son to bed; it had been five years since that day. She wasn't sure where Colin went, but at least he wasn't spending his time as the victim of a cruel, manipulative con artist like Maria.