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"SHUT UP!" He screamed far too lound, and far too angrily.
You have to be calm at all times when threating people, or they won't respect you.
For example, I sure wasn't giving this guy my time.
"Nah, I don't think I will. I rather like having the last word." I spat the blood at his gucci shoes, grinning like the madman I am. "C'mon, shoot me, baby. Then you can go home, and I can get on with my day."
"You son of a b***h! That won't work on me!"
Bang!
He missed. Of course.
"You done? Okay, I'm leaving now." With a fluid movement, I slip out of the ropes from the bottom, sourly looking at my arm. He barely even cut into the leather.
 Orange Affair · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 04:12am · 0 Comments |
