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Downward Spiral (Gunner x carmelladamon)

Gunner

Star
Joined
Jun 3, 2012
Location
400 meters out with clean line of sight.
Trent looked through the peephole on the door of his apartment, grinning as he saw who it was. Trent was just under six feet tall, muscular, covered in tats, and had his hair shaved into a short mohawk, which was dyed purple. He was already planning the things he was gonna do to this bitch. She'd seemed so prim & proper when one of his buddies had given her some diet pills a few months ago, which had slowly become a need for something a bit stronger. Today when she came to get her pills, he was going to give her the upsale. She was going to get her first taste of some REAL shit; a line of coke & then they'd see what the bitch was made of.

Trent opened the door for her & simply nodded with his head, indicating for her to come in. The inside was cluttered, every surface seeming to be crammed with beer bottles or ashtrays, the couch occupied by a pair of thugs who looked just as socially useful as Trent, both playing XBox, cursing at each other loud.
 
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