C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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Liv
I continued my fun, slicing two fingers, and carving a pretty star in one mans stomach. They screamed in pain, and at one point begged for their lives.
That's the best part.
The door opened loudly, although I kept my eyes trained on the three bloody masterpieces in front of me, deciding what my next move would be.
"che spettacolo, brava ragazza." His deep voice whispered as I felt his hard chest pressed up against my back. I didn't miss him pressing his boner into my back either. Boner. That's such a naughty word. (Translation> what a show, good girl)
I smiled loving the praise he gave me.
"Now.." The Italian walked out form behind me, taking out his gun, and putting in one bullet. "Pick one darling." He said to me keeping his eyes on the men. I glanced at him seeing a sick smirk forming before I turned giving them my attention.
Hmm.. mr no need condom?
mr lego hands?
Or mr jack o lantern .. who will it be?
I think.. mr no need condom. After all he still had his hands, not that he will be able to use them on himself, his ding dong is all over the place.
I leaned over and stood on my tippy toes as he slightly bent down holding my waist as I whispered, "the middle one." I could tell he was pleased with my answer due to the smirk and side glance I received.
Ethan took out his switch blade from his pocket, beginning to roughly cut the ropes from mr dickless's hands, purposely cutting some flesh while doing so. Then he-he handed him the gun.
"You have three choices. Go down as a coward bastard, and take your own life, or you can pick your target, and die in a rain of gun fire the second you step out of the room." He said neglecting to reveal the third option.
The man gulped visibly and shifted wincing from pain.
"An-and the third?" He asked looking anywhere but the Italians eyes.
"You tell me why you were fucking up my shipments, and I will let my little girl decide what happens with you." He said with a smirk seeing the mans eyes snap up to meet mine, clearly not liking the sound of being with me any longer.
We stood patiently waiting for the man to speak as he fiddled with the gun in his hand acting as if he's never used one before. The two men beside him looked at each other as if they were communicating through their eyes. Lego man cleared his throat gaining our attention.
"We won't talk. Ne-"
"The girl."
Our eyes snapped to the man in the middle who cut off his friend, but kept his eyes trained on the floor. The other two glared at him clearly angry with his confession.
