Episode III: ALL IN FULL
Twenty minutes passed by…
I found myself drowning and fighting for my life while still seated in a desk chair. One of the gangsters called it water-boarding. Who the fuck thinks of some crazy-ass shit like that to torture somebody?
Let there be light…
The soaked towel was pulled from over my face as I was introduced to the motel room light, after being unwillingly reclined in the chair and tortured for what felt like forever. Trae and Domo didn’t do shit, and they thought they were bad-ass thugs on the block, not that night. Those four gangsters had my friends sitting naked in the corner like slaves from that Amistad flick. Cowering like a couple of bitches.
Speaking of bitches: Meesh and Kendra were laying face down on the bed. One if the white gangsters kept his eyes on them with a hard-on, as both of the girls were also naked at the time. Now that I look back on the scenario, I realize I was the only one who had clothes on.
The Black-Asian mixed guy approached me with fire in his eyes, like he wanted to kill me for taking his balls from him.
“Da fuck you thought, I was a nobody? You thought I was a goon or something?” He said while stroking his chin hair with a razor-sharp hunting knife. I felt my stomach ball-up as he spoke. Continue Reading
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