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He tried to look up but, of course, at his angle all he could see were my legs.
“Who in the f*ck are you?”
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“You’re in no position to demand answers. Now you’re going to answer my questions, or you will pay the consequence. Who are you?”
“Let me f*cking go!” he yelled.
“Wrong answer,” I said. Okay, I shouldn’t be doing this. This is the stupid sh*t that could get me in trouble. Like for example, what in the f*ck was I going to do with this guy when I got my answers?
I walked over to my tool table and got a chisel. I walked back over to the guy.
“I just got out of prison. Been out for about three months. Want to know why I was there?” I asked
menacingly.
“I don’t give a f*ck,” the guy spat out.
“Well, you’re gonna want to know. You see, I have particular tastes,” I lied, “I like to shove objects up people’s asses.” I then poked his ass with the chisel. He squealed and I chuckled.
“Now, I’m going to ask you again. Who the f*ck are you?”
“Carson Wendell.”
“Good, now, Carson Wendell, why were you lurking outside that house tonight?”
“It’s my house. I lost my keys, and I was trying to break in the back door,” he said.
“Wrong,” I called out. I jabbed him hard in his ass crack where his b*tthole would be, and he screamed like a little b*tch. I started laughing, and did it again.
“STOOOOP! Okay! It’s my ex-girlfriend’s house. I was trying to break in to get to her.”
“Why?” I said, poking him again.
“Because, she’s mine! She’s living with two f*cking a*sholes who she has no right being with. She wasn’t supposed to move on. We’ve only been broken up for a little over a year. Who f*cking does that? We were
together for four f*cking years!”
“Why did you break up?”
He was quiet except for his ragged breathing.
I dug the chisel into this guy’s covered ass. If I pressed harder, it would rip through his pants and really go in his b*tthole.
He squealed, “I cheated on her, and dumped her. She never f*cking looked back. Just packed up and left.”
“Good for her. No one wants to be with a f*cking cheater,” I said. The irony is not lost on me. “Shay just so happens to be my best friend’s girlfriend. I won’t let anything happen to her because it would kill him. So you have two f*cking options. You’ll take a beating from me tonight, and I will put you on a Greyhound and
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send you far away. You’ll leave your car, and let it get repoed. You’ll let wherever your staying rent lapse and lose all your sh*t. If I ever find out you’re in Colorado again, I’ll f*cking kill you. Or, I can make it look like you were breaking in here, and I can call the police and let them deal with you. But once you are out? I’ll hunt you down and kill you. Which do you choose?”
He started crying, he then pissed himself, and I scoffed in disgust.
“If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.”
“You can’t call the police, please. She has a restraining order against me. I don’t want to go to jail.”
“Good choice.”
I untied him. I wasted no time in beating the sh*t out of him. It looked like someone had already started, his eyes were already black and blue. I just added to the damage. He was pretty much a boneless heap when I got done with him. He had his wallet on him, so I ordered a ticket on the Greyhound that was leaving in an hour with his credit card. I drove him to the bus station and waited with him until it was time
to go.
“Remember what I said. You step foot in Colorado again, I’ll f*cking kill you.”
He nodded and stumbled his way to the ticket stand and got his ticket. I waited until he got on, and the
bus left, then I went to Grady’s. The bar was dim. I needed some ice for my knuckles, but figured whiskey
would dull the pain just as easily. I was three shots in when a pretty little thing sidled up to me. She had
long black hair, and beautiful green eyes.
“You look like you’ve had a rough night,” she said, grazing a red-tipped fingernail over the knuckles of the
hand on the bar.
“You could say that. I’m Conner.”
“You can call me Tasha. Want to spend the night with me, pet?”
I knew what a pet was, and my d*ck hardened instantly.
“Yeah,” I said. I slammed my last shot and followed her out of the bar.
Roc
Do we all know who Tasha is?
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