Tay obviously intended to make his murder easy. He has smoked himself into a weed induced coma and lay mouth wide open on his bed. It wasnt open quite far enough and he lost two teeth when Killa slammed the silencer into his mouth. When it touched his tonsils, he was wide awake. Tay moaned loudly from pain and fear. He knew in an instant who the angry man standing over him was. Growing up in High Bridge, hed heard tales of the monster called Killa. He was urban legend status, the subject of bedtime stories. Eat your vegetables or Killas coming to get you. You know who I am? Why am I here? Killa growled. Mmm, mmm! Tay nodded, taking the gun in his mouth up and down. Mmmm, mmm. He repented desperately pointing towards his dresser. The dresser? Is that where my sweet old grandmothers stolen shit is? Killa asked. He would be shocked if the kid hadnt already traded the valuable trinkets for chump change. Mmm, mmm! Tay nodded again. He was thankful he hadnt sold the stuff yet. Now he could just give it back and get on with his life. Hold this! Killa demanded. Hmh? Tay frowned at the curious command. The gun, hold the gun. Killa ordered, lifting his trembling hand to hold the gun in his own mouth. And if you take it out, Im going to shove it up your ass! Tay held the gun firmly in place to both of their relief. He did not want it in his ass anymore than Killa wanted to put it there. He would have to though because he was a man of his word. If theres anything worse than having a pistol shoved down your throat, it would have to be having it shoved up your ass. Talk about heads or tails.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 02:24:31 +0000
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