I love being at gunpoint. The cool metal ring of the opening pressed onto my forehead, daring all options to extist. Which is why I'm quiet, savoring this particular moment.
Strapped to chair, with an angry assoicate getting ready to blast my head up the wall.
"Not so cocky now, are you, ya cocky b*****d?!" He's too young to be holding a gun. No matter how good they are, you always miss at this age. Pansies.
I gave a look of disgust at the man above me. "Ugh. Never use the same word more than once when insulting someone. Now you're making me out to have two dicks, which only makes me ever better than you." I smile, knowing he'll hit me. Hitting's part of the fun. Nothing like the taste of blood in your mouth to get a quick rush of excitment.
Course, he hits me.
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I'll continue this later...
Strapped to chair, with an angry assoicate getting ready to blast my head up the wall.
"Not so cocky now, are you, ya cocky b*****d?!" He's too young to be holding a gun. No matter how good they are, you always miss at this age. Pansies.
I gave a look of disgust at the man above me. "Ugh. Never use the same word more than once when insulting someone. Now you're making me out to have two dicks, which only makes me ever better than you." I smile, knowing he'll hit me. Hitting's part of the fun. Nothing like the taste of blood in your mouth to get a quick rush of excitment.
Course, he hits me.
**
I'll continue this later...
