The Mobster And The Writer
e on the couch and I fell bouncing sideways, causing Salem to come out and utter my tears. He liked salt. I thought maybe he was just going to rob me and now that he had seen it h
call every day in the afternoon, n
es widened and I began to shake until an unexpected taste began to flow through my mouth. Could be
ou, do you understand? You also talk too much. I'll feed you your damn ice cream and we'll watch whatever movie you want. It's
is man only inspired me with hatred. Even his voice gave me courage. How was that possible? If at that moment I could have, I would have killed him. I did not know if it was his physique, his voice, or his w
ner of my mind and left no room for the idiot who gave me chocolate to keep me quiet. When the ice
ck. Although everything hurt, I was comfortable. The carpet smelled great and was soft. I rubbed my cheeks for her and sighed. I had never noticed its texture. He had to sleep more often on the floor. I was about to fall asleep again when Salem pulled me closer to the car
utiful postcard to send to the whole family at Christmas. Me about my kidnapper who was supposed to have left. I wanted to wake him up and yell at him, but I was too comfo
Now I wanted a little privacy. Besides, he hadn't left. More anger began to come out of the volcano of my violence. A volcano that he was continually erupting and that was st
alking on the phone as if I wasn't there trapped under his body in an awkward position. No. T
r laughed at me. What
fied. If he hadn't left, it meant he was going to sell me to a real slaver. Or maybe he uses me like a drug test. Or as a human shield ... I began to tremble with all the possibiliti
and why am I still handcuffed?" I tried to sit dow
agile ...
, but my allies called and warned me that they were watching me and you were asleep, so I figured waking you u
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top of that, you fall asleep on your watch shift. You are the most useless thing in your profes
houghtfully. With that face the
, you take away these disgusting handcuffs because I do not have sadomasochism. Second, I shower and groom myself. Third, y
red riding hood ..
an idea for the first time in his life. A miracle before my eyes! N
od ideas, although I don't like taking off the handcuffs very much beca
S NOT STUPID, YOU..." I recapped his
buy you a muzzle or just gag you"
h
dkerchief a little longer than us
le to... He's jus
t. I hit him with my body as much as I could, but he didn't care. Excellent. He removed his hand and before I could scream, he shoved part of the handkerchief into my mouth and tied it behin
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taking his eyes off me and I
I have her gagged and handcuffed" He listened to the answer for a moment "God! No Hunter, please. She looks
on his mind? Wait, wait, wait... Take me? This man had been drinking my vodka for
and they know I've been here. They will believe that sh
ings to her" didn't exactly s
up at his house? I need you to pack her suitcase and take her home" He laughed "Of course, we are going to stay at your house, friend. Mine is no longer safe" He hung up witho
, sweatshirts, t-shirts... All to the super wrinkled mess. My mother would have already given him an impressive scolding, but I couldn't, because of the gag. I glared at him, but he was absorbed in his world of idiocy and utter emptiness. Finally, he did th
around with a smile from ear to ear that gave me the chills. Something bad was going to happen to me. I started to bulge and shake under
ead and stood up "I didn't expect your underwear, that's all. I expected panti
ith disgust even though he was very handsome. That had to be an innate gift. Seeing that my position on the bed (all sprawled) was
expect the famou
was worse than the bastard. Maybe he tied my feet and everything. I looked at my ankles with pity. It would leave me scratches, like the ones that were growing on my wr
It sure scared me. He just laughed and went to the door. I kept moaning against the cloth of the ga
ps
ut of patience" He warned me with a
turned around to speak to me, but he had made his position very clear. I sat down on the floor
ely taken over my lif