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Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until 12:30 when your sister got a call. "Hi, am I speaking to Jess Willcutt?" A young, deep and rich voice came through the phone. Your sister confirmed her identity, "this is your deliverer from Infernal Desires, I do apologise but my truck has broken down, it is currently being worked on and should be good to go in about an hour. I should be with you by about 2:30. Again I do apologise for this," a note of frustration crept into is voice, "I keep asking our boss to either update or properly MOT our vehicles, but the tight fisted white fag refuses to listen. Whoops sorry ma'am please forget I said that, anyways I'll be with you at 2:30." With that he hung up. Fuck, she would now need to find a way to delay your return.

She thought for a few minutes, she then transferred $500 from her account to yours and called you. " Hey bro, I just transferred ,$500 to your account, why don't you use it for one last night of drinking on your way home before I begin to end you? Remember this is your last day as a free man! So please feel free to use it all!" She knew you wouldn't reject her apparent kindness and consideration and would do exactly as she suggested. You did some calculations $500 would last you until about 4:30 pm. Enough time to get nice and buzzed enough to temporarily forget your fear of what was about to be done to you. It would also still give you enough time to get home and start preparing dinner.