01-08-2021, 06:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2021, 06:25 AM by BattlesandDeaths.)
I knew his routine. He was going to get cleaned up, and dump a cup of cold water on me to wake me up, then take the 5 grand from the dresser drawer and throw it down at me.
As he went in to the shower, I got up and grabbed the money out of the dresser. (Okay, actually, I cleaned out the dresser.) Apparently, he had a huge stash in there for the next couple of months.
I took down one of the decorative swords from the wall and waited at the door for him. Oh, how surprised he was when he came out of the shower wearing only his towel. I rammed the sword into his gut, then laid back down on the bed.
His abs tightened and quivered as he stared at me. "It looks like you're my little gut-fuck bitch now." I said as he slumped to the floor and fell over dead.
As he went in to the shower, I got up and grabbed the money out of the dresser. (Okay, actually, I cleaned out the dresser.) Apparently, he had a huge stash in there for the next couple of months.
I took down one of the decorative swords from the wall and waited at the door for him. Oh, how surprised he was when he came out of the shower wearing only his towel. I rammed the sword into his gut, then laid back down on the bed.
His abs tightened and quivered as he stared at me. "It looks like you're my little gut-fuck bitch now." I said as he slumped to the floor and fell over dead.