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Chapter 12 by RobinWrites RobinWrites

What's next?

The next morning

The police were called to find your body impaled on the spikes below.

The diamonds were gone, so were the other thieves.

They pulled your corpse off the spikes . One of them commented on the smell of cum as they carried you out on the stretcher.

Soon your face was plastered all over the newspapers a joke of a cat burglar who died on the job.

Ending

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