Dirty old refugee

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You feel a sharp pain on the side of your head and you fall down on the ground. “Who the fuck are you?!”, the pain is so bad, you can barely hear him. The knockout was so hard, your phone flew across the room. The big hand that punched you earlier grabs you by your collar and you feel a knee on your chest. The air is being squeezed out of your lungs.

“Are you the thief that has been stealing shit? You piece of crap, thinking you can steal my stuff!”, he presses down harder. You try to protect yourself with the muscles you have but it is no match for this black old refugee. Although he is old, he has been through some rough situations so he is prepared to fight at any time. It gets so bad, you are about to pass out. The pervert notices that you are not much of a threat and he releases his grip slightly, allowing you to breathe and explain.

“Please, listen to me!”, you shout with whatever energy you have left.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room, are you the one who stole my money?”, apparently someone stole his money.

“No, I didn’t. I came here to do maintenance.” You quickly think to lie as you don’t want to tell him that you were installing cameras in his room to spy on him and Megan.

“Oh really, I didn’t report anything broken, fucking liar, coming to steal from me. Give me my money back!”. He goes into your pockets and grabs your wallet. You had a lot of cash on you to buy the camera extra to be sure. The old refugee takes about 800 euro.

He releases you after he secures his money. “Come here one more time and you won’t make it out alive!”

You get out as soon as you can…

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