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“I might let you go,” I said.
They were kneeling at my feet, practically
begging. “Oh, thank you, sir. I knew you were
a good guy.”
“Good guy, my ass!” I pulled out my phone
and turned on the camera. “Do to each other
what you did to Sarah!”
One of them didn’t hesitate. She slapped the
other girl hard.
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The other girl’s face swelled up instantly.
“Bitch! You hit me!”
She jumped at her, grabbing her hair and
fighting back.
Scratching, biting, spitting, slapping.
They went at it.
Mark was grinning, and the muscleheads.
were in the back room, watching with
interest.
Soon, they were both covered in bruises and
scratches.
They were too tired to fight, but they held
onto each other’s hair, eyes bulging.
They really hated each other.
“Not enough,” I said. “You tore Sarah’s
clothes, right?”
They started tearing at each other’s clothes.
With no strength in their hands, they started
biting.
Riiiip!
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Mark glanced at them and shook his head.
“No cleavage.”
I recorded them for over an hour. That was
probably enough.
I opened the door. “Get out!”
They ran out, tripping and falling, too weak to
stand. They crawled away.
The ground had long yellow and red trails.
Red for blood, yellow for pee.
Disgusting.
