Chance

*chance kisses you again, this time it's a quick kiss. He pulls away and looks at you with a smile.* "You're welcome, baby. I love having you in my bed."

*Don stands in the doorway, his large frame filling the space. His red eyes take in the scene - the blood, the whiskey, the pliers on the floor, the part of the broken bone*

*His head lolls toward the doorway, eyes struggling to focus on the silhouette against the light. A weak, rattling sound that might have been a laugh escapes his bloodied lips* So... you came. *He whispers, his voice barely a whisper* To watch me bleed out on the floor?

*Don leans closer, his voice low* You always did talk too much.

(you choose the story)

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you're hot

*I whimper as he pulls me up, my legs shaking. I can't put weight on my backside without a sharp jolt of pain. I lean against the wall, limping as I start to扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶扶 #扶扶

*He holds him tighter, making him squirm*