i dont know how many chapters im supposed to write before i publish them. but whatever. i might just write this one and post it anyway heres the actual story.
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Reaching the airport, i ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. I bought the tickets under my fake id but i still have blood all over my hands and my clothes so, pulling a katy perry, i stripped off wrapped my chest up in the clean part of my clothes and put my hoodie that was tied around my waist on. now time for the hard part. How the fuck am i supposed to smuggle this gun.
doing the only thing i could think of i walked into a stall, locked it and pulled down my pants.
i think you know where this is going...
After a lot of pain, i managed to get it up there and briefly considered a job as a drug smuggler.
Walking like i had just been railed, i made my way out of the bathrooms but just before i could leave, i heard someone on the phone in a stall next to me, talking in rapid spanish.
My sister taught me spanish so my nosy ass walked over to the stall and to my dismay, she was talking about me.
damn is this what its like to be beyonce. Ignoring my wierd ass thoughts i listened more closely.
'Sí, es ella, ¿debería llevarla o no?' yes it is her, should i take her or not?
fuck me, this bitch is not taking me, and she did not just watch me do my katy perry moment, im acctually going to kms at this point.
Trying to leave the bathroom more quietly, i am stopped when the woman jumps out of the stall grabs my wrist, kinky, and gags me with some kind of drug.
Trying to fight back with my last ounce of conciousness, i hit her in the nose but eventaully my sight falters and i fall into a deep trance like state.
--------- 4 hours later -----------
i have no idea how this spanish bitch smuggled my whole ass self out of the airport but ill ask her that as i fucking kill her.
ive just woken up and im bound to a chair. why is my life turning into a fucking porno/ horror movie. the weird sensation where the gun was has dissapeared which means someone has took it out. Gross. The room im in reminds me of a sex cell, or maybe im just horny, i just wanna get out of here right now.
Lost in my thoughts, i didnt realise the three tall men who had entered the room, snapping back to reality i realise the men coming towards me. Panicking as they reach for my shirt i start kicking them and although my hands are bound i do a pretty good job. Theres no way these mother fuckers are gonna do anything to me.
Grabbing my legs the dude tells me to calm down as the other guy reach for my shirt again and pulls out a recording device of some sort. Damn maybe this is spy kids 2.0.
At this point the three men have stood back, and are just fucking staring at me. Giving them my signature death stare i say to them, 'take a picture, it'll fucking last longer, ' old but apparently they had never heard that before and just stared at me oblivious.
For some dumb reason i start humming 'we wish you a merry christmas' i have the wierdest coping mechsnisms.
'callate' the man states. (shut up)
i honesty am resisting the urge to laugh right now i hate this kind of silence.
a few awkward minutes go by and one of the three muscateers phones rings. 'hola, yeah ill do it right now... no it wont be a problem nos vemos' (see you)
muskateer number 1 comes closer to me and threataning to kick him again, he puts his hands up and cuts the zip ties around my wrists. instantly getting up and going full Kobra Kai on him i grab his hand behind his back, kick his balls, and swiftly tackle him. Gotta love the element of suprise, it makes me invincible.
The other two guys came for me and without the element of surprise my ninja moves were a lot less efective. Combined these guys had at least 5ft and 50 lbs on me. Muskateer number 2 takes out a mother fucking taser and tells me if i dont stop he'll use it.
i had a taser used on me once at a taylor swift concert and that bitch hurts, so standing down, i let them grab my arms and help musketeer 1 up. They blindfold me through my protests, and take me out of the sex-chamber-looking room. one left, one right, straight ahead, stairs, more stairs, fuck this im getting tired. Another left. They sat me down on bed and took of the blinfold.
And a man in his mid 60s is sat directly infront of me. suddenly i felt a connection. i cant describe it but i can swear i know this guy from somewhere. 'mi pequena nina' (my little girl) he says, little pools of tears in his eyes.
'dad,' i exclaim. this explains who the musketeers are. i shouldve realised sooner they look exactly like me. Theyre my brothers.
'yes its youre papa,' he smiles.
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bro this is getting pretty long now but let me know if you want me to add anything to it, if anyone even sees this lol. also i know how shit the spelling is lol.
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