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Chapter 8 by delme delme

What's next?

The old fashioned way

Jin took his gun and exited the van on her side. She saw the gun and began to shake. He grappled her phone and broke it against the ground.

"Your purse" she tossed at the grund in front of him. 200 bucks. Nothing else of worth.

He pointed the gun at face. "strip" he said flatly. She started screaming. He took a step towards her, she flinged and stood up, she was huge. Almost a head taller then him, her large breasts bounced up and down while she pressed herself hard up against the wall.

He jumped on top her, forcing her down with the needle full of the fumes.

Her fear will circulate the fumes around her body faster.

What's next?

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