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Chapter 39 by Erolord Erolord

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Refuse the

“N-o.” you manage to say before slumping to the ground again.

“Very well, suit yourself kiddo.” The raspy voiced man says.

“Why don’t we just take her? She’s has a cunt, right? That could make us some serious money.” The tattooed man adds in.

“I’ve seen this kind of thing before, she’ll likely die from her withdrawal symptoms. Last thing we need is a dead whore on our hands so it’s easier to leave her.”

“Fine, but I wanna use her before we go.” The tattooed man says pulling his cock out waving it in front of your face.

“No time, we had business remember?” the other man says. The tattooed man grumbles while putting his cock away. They eventually depart leaving you alone in the alley again. The migraine causes you to pass out as the pain proves too much.

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