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Chapter 8 by Trom1806 Trom1806

Now you're thinking: "Oh my god... everything seemed to work out, he didn't notice anything... Now I have to decide what to do next."

You decide that let everything go on as before: the main thing for you is money, so your "business" with Joe the bartender will continue as if nothing had happened...

You are trying to eliminate from your mind moral considerations and thoughts about the social harm of your "business" with Joe the bartender.

The next couple of days leading up to a new meeting with the bartender Joe, you are busy having fun, drinking and relaxing on the couch.

When the day comes for your next visit to Joe's bar, you try to look as calm and unperturbed as possible. You walk the familiar route through the poorer parts of the city, you enter a bar. You see the bartender Joe, who has his usual appearance of a somewhat sullen elderly black man.

You walk up to the bar and say, "Hi Joe. So, everything as usual? I'm ready to take..."

You do not have time to finish the phrase, with peripheral vision you see a figure quickly flashing behind your back ...

You feel that someone approached from behind with a lightning movement of his hand pressed down your mouth with some kind of rag.

Moreover, the rag is soaked with an incomprehensible liquid and smells sharply.

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