Opening drawers. Rummaging for something. Muttering. OK, my line in loans isn’t philanthr
Opening drawers. Rummaging for something. Muttering. OK, my line in loans isn’t philanthropic maybe. A bit of charm and friendliness and I never hide the interest rate they have to pay. And it isn’t the worst by any stretch if you really need a loan.I certainly didn’t deserve the forearm to the back of my neck he gave me as soon as sat down at the table and got out the papers.When I awoke I was gagged and tied on the couch. And felt sick. Fat f..k. I tried to yell at him but he’d stuffed my mouth and fixed my jaws with tape. Bastard.And now he’s walking about and muttering and looking for something. He must have used half a roll of tape round my wrists. I don’t deserve this. Whatever’s he f..king doing? What’s he doing so he need to breathe so heavy. ‘Cos he’s a fat f..k. Yeah that’s it. But I just need to see. But if I twist round, maybe he’ll react somehow. Badly. He says, and his voice is sort of hesitant and in the back of his throat. “I’m not going to hurt you. But I guessed soon as we spoke on the phone you’re a one-man band. Not likely to have told all and sundry you were visiting me. And you’re a nice-looking lad.” -- source link
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