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Chapter 8 by undermyskirt undermyskirt

What do I do?

Kick his ass! Then run...

"BAM"!

My fist landed right on Brett's left eye

AUGH!! You bitch!!!

I pushed Brett away to the side of the door, opened the door and ran as fast as I could downstairs. I hear Brett shuffling about trying to get down too.

"You whore! You gave me a black eye! When I get you, I'm gonna fuck you! Then I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!"

Oh please, if a little punch like that disoriented him that much, does he really think he can even catch me? Finally, the front door.

clack

Oh God no, it's locked. How? He was with me in the room this whole time!

"Oh noes! Jasmine didn't notice I had an electronic lock which I can activate remotely from anywhere in the house! What is she gonna do now? I hope Brett doesn't catch her, fuck her, and then kill her!"

He sounds angry, it doesn't bode well for me to be standing here. I'm pretty good at lock picking, my brother taught me how when he I was small. He said it's useful for peeking at great pussy. Eventually I found out my brother wasn't trying to spy on cats. Point, is, if I can look for some kind of pin, I might be able to get outta here.

Then again, Brett seems like such a pussy, I could just wait for him, kick his ass, grab the remote lock, and I can get home scot free."

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