He woke up...
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As he scanned her neck he saw that the other head was stitched on. He looked around the room and saw that the carpet was stained with blood. What was going on? What kind of Fd up pseudo-masochistic game did he play last night? The quije board on the floor was a surprise...he didnt remember that at all...and thats when he felt it... that cold thing he was playing with with his foot...it had...hair! He uncovered the sheet to find two more heads laying at his feet. What the fuck?!? He thought to himself as, he started hyperventalating.... what the fuck is going on? Thats when the door started unlocking... he could only sit and shit himself as he waited to see who came throught that door...who...was it??? A woman walked in wearing a trenchcoat, a fedora and some stillettos... "So, your awake?"...she walked over to him. She started bending over to him, he caught some cleavage with his eye as he started thinking"...was this bitch gonna kiss me?" . But she didnt kiss him. She placed her hand on his face and stuck two fingers down his throat..."Am I getting aroused?" He thought. He wanted to gag but was just too freaking scared...now what? He couldnt move...he was paralyzed...thats when he saw her grab a .45 out of her trenchcoat. He better move now, he thought. But he couldnt move...not even an inch. And thats when he felt the blow to his head. He knew he was getting pistol-whipped...but he just couldnt move. If he could push her away, he had a chance...he thought. But the next blow knocked him out completely.