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Authors: John Raptor
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first, motherfucker. How do I know you’re not one of them?”
I slowly lower the .38, and say, “I’m a cop.”
Thankfully, Alex lowers the pink Glock. “I’m a crook.” Then: “You come to save the day hot shot?”
“No. I just want to get the fuck out of here.”
“Any ideas, copper?”
“No.”
“I’ve been around this whole goddam place. There’s no fucking way out.”
He chokes, hand going to his bandaged neck. Spits a wad of blood and spit onto the dusty floorboards.
“There has to be a way out.”
“No. Nada. The windows are blocked with fucking cinderblocks and steel bars, the fucking doors are sealed tighter than a 12-year-old girl’s asshole. This place is a fucking prison.” He snorts. “What the fuck did you do to end up here, copper?”
A rat scurries past Alex’s feet and into the maze of hallways. Jennifer screams.
“And what the fuck is that cunt doing here?” Alex glares at Jennifer.
“Don’t call her that.”
“Don’t worry, copper. She ain’t nothin’ to be sweet on. She’s a whore. Aren’t you, Cinnamon?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jennifer screams.
“She’ll let you touch her patooty for a Benjamin.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
I tell him to, “Stop it.”
“What? You one of them fuckin’ feminazis? Fuckin’ beta-male comin’ to rescue the damsel in distress in hopes of gettin’ your balls licked? You want that pussy, just take it, man. No need to ask.”
“Shut the fuck up you fucking ape-man piece of shit!” Jennifer screams.
“Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!” Alex points the pink Glock, and Jennifer gets down on her knees, covering her head with her arms, sobbing. “That’s what I thought, bitch!”
I raise the .38. “Put it the fuck down.”
Alex shrugs, sticks the barrel of the Glock down the front of his pants. “Fine, man. I’m chill. As long as that cunt knows her place and keeps her fucking vag shut, I’m cool.”
I lower the .38, but don’t holster it.
“So, you know who locked us up in this fucking shithole?” Alex asks.
“No. I don’t know who they are. Some guy in a bunny costume. I knocked him out with a sledgehammer. Didn’t bother to remove his mask.”
“Some dude in a clown mask had me. I shot him in the fucking face.”
“A clown?”
“Yeah, man. A fuckin’ clown. Gave that fuckin’ queer a new asshole, right in his fuckin’ face.”
“So, there’s more of them?”
“No fuckin’ shit. I’ve already shot five of the fuckers.”
Jennifer sits on the couch, face buried in her palms, sobbing.
“Would you tell that cunt to shut up?”
I ignore that last part: “Wait, five?” I’m not feeling good.
“Yeah, they’re all fucking faggots playing dress up, man. Wearing clown masks, bunny costumes, bear costumes…one guy was wearing a moose head. It’s like a goddam furries party up in this bitch.”
I stare into the aquarium. One fish is alive, nibbling on a finger lying at the bottom of the tank. Gnawing the pink, stringy flesh from the white bone.
For a brief moment, I see a pale penis instead of a finger.
Alex
These pussies are going to hold me back: a beta-male, feminazi, SJW cop and a slut whore cunt. When they least suspect it, I’m going to pull the Glock and put them both out of their pansy-ass misery.
They haven’t given me any new info. They don’t know how the fuck to get out of here. They serve no use to me.
Fuck ‘em.
The strong always prevail.
It’s already past sunrise, isn’t it? Those faggots told me I’d be dead by sunrise, but here I am.
No one fucks with Alex Rodriguez.
Those faggots thought they could tie me up, choke me, cut my throat…but they were fuckin’ wrong. I prevailed because I am an alpha male, an Aryan son of Odin.
Adrenaline courses through my veins in an awesome wave as I watch the copper shiver as he stares into the aquarium.
The cunt is still crying her eyes out on the couch like a goddam bitch. Weak. Pathetic.
I hate
I slowly lower the .38, and say, “I’m a cop.”
Thankfully, Alex lowers the pink Glock. “I’m a crook.” Then: “You come to save the day hot shot?”
“No. I just want to get the fuck out of here.”
“Any ideas, copper?”
“No.”
“I’ve been around this whole goddam place. There’s no fucking way out.”
He chokes, hand going to his bandaged neck. Spits a wad of blood and spit onto the dusty floorboards.
“There has to be a way out.”
“No. Nada. The windows are blocked with fucking cinderblocks and steel bars, the fucking doors are sealed tighter than a 12-year-old girl’s asshole. This place is a fucking prison.” He snorts. “What the fuck did you do to end up here, copper?”
A rat scurries past Alex’s feet and into the maze of hallways. Jennifer screams.
“And what the fuck is that cunt doing here?” Alex glares at Jennifer.
“Don’t call her that.”
“Don’t worry, copper. She ain’t nothin’ to be sweet on. She’s a whore. Aren’t you, Cinnamon?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jennifer screams.
“She’ll let you touch her patooty for a Benjamin.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
I tell him to, “Stop it.”
“What? You one of them fuckin’ feminazis? Fuckin’ beta-male comin’ to rescue the damsel in distress in hopes of gettin’ your balls licked? You want that pussy, just take it, man. No need to ask.”
“Shut the fuck up you fucking ape-man piece of shit!” Jennifer screams.
“Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!” Alex points the pink Glock, and Jennifer gets down on her knees, covering her head with her arms, sobbing. “That’s what I thought, bitch!”
I raise the .38. “Put it the fuck down.”
Alex shrugs, sticks the barrel of the Glock down the front of his pants. “Fine, man. I’m chill. As long as that cunt knows her place and keeps her fucking vag shut, I’m cool.”
I lower the .38, but don’t holster it.
“So, you know who locked us up in this fucking shithole?” Alex asks.
“No. I don’t know who they are. Some guy in a bunny costume. I knocked him out with a sledgehammer. Didn’t bother to remove his mask.”
“Some dude in a clown mask had me. I shot him in the fucking face.”
“A clown?”
“Yeah, man. A fuckin’ clown. Gave that fuckin’ queer a new asshole, right in his fuckin’ face.”
“So, there’s more of them?”
“No fuckin’ shit. I’ve already shot five of the fuckers.”
Jennifer sits on the couch, face buried in her palms, sobbing.
“Would you tell that cunt to shut up?”
I ignore that last part: “Wait, five?” I’m not feeling good.
“Yeah, they’re all fucking faggots playing dress up, man. Wearing clown masks, bunny costumes, bear costumes…one guy was wearing a moose head. It’s like a goddam furries party up in this bitch.”
I stare into the aquarium. One fish is alive, nibbling on a finger lying at the bottom of the tank. Gnawing the pink, stringy flesh from the white bone.
For a brief moment, I see a pale penis instead of a finger.
Alex
These pussies are going to hold me back: a beta-male, feminazi, SJW cop and a slut whore cunt. When they least suspect it, I’m going to pull the Glock and put them both out of their pansy-ass misery.
They haven’t given me any new info. They don’t know how the fuck to get out of here. They serve no use to me.
Fuck ‘em.
The strong always prevail.
It’s already past sunrise, isn’t it? Those faggots told me I’d be dead by sunrise, but here I am.
No one fucks with Alex Rodriguez.
Those faggots thought they could tie me up, choke me, cut my throat…but they were fuckin’ wrong. I prevailed because I am an alpha male, an Aryan son of Odin.
Adrenaline courses through my veins in an awesome wave as I watch the copper shiver as he stares into the aquarium.
The cunt is still crying her eyes out on the couch like a goddam bitch. Weak. Pathetic.
I hate
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