Kidnapped asf

Da partay

After slipping my lil dress on, it was time to go face our "guests". I take one last glance at myself in the mirror before I head down. I was never
the type to feel confident in my body but as I look at my reflection in the dress, I almost cum on the spot because. Damn. I look so fuckin good. If Harreh doesn't want to just eat me the fuck up, maybe he is just a fuckin homo. I exit the room and stand at the top of the staircase. I feel his green orbs glaring at my body. I look up to match his eye level only to find him and 47 other old men staring at me as well. I give a lil wave and shrug as I push my hair behind my ears and get all shy and cutsie. I begin my decent down the stairs, aware of the amount of eyes on me. I get down to the last step and I fumble and trip over my mammoth sized feet. As I was preparing to hit the ground, a large pair of arms grabs my body and saves me from needing a lobotomy. "WHY U GOTS TO EMBARRASS YOSAELF IN FRONT OF ME FOOKIN BUISNESS PATNERS EVEN" harreh yells. "Um. I tripped dumb fucking moron as fuckin dumb fuckin British ass boi" I push back. I won't take his nonsense. As me and Harreh were fighting, one of his partners walks up to me with his arm out to shake. "Hello miss, my name is zayn. I wanted to formally introduce myself and say that you look marvelous tonight." This Zayn man was quite the looker may I add. I could feel my stomach full of moths because he made me nervy!!! "Nice to meet you mr....?" I ask. "Malik" he answers. "Nice to meet you mr. Malik. I would love to get to know you some more another day" I further my conversation, well aware of Harreh burning a hole in zayns head because of how hard he was glaring at him. "Oh actyally that would be lovely! Let me give you my number, it's—" before he could finish his sentance, a bullet flies through his skull making him collapse on the floor. Stunned, I turn to look at the culprit of this horrid crime, only to find HARREH WITH A SNIPER. "HARREH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" I scream, still in shock as zayns blood gets onto my brand new dress and shoes. That better come out later. "I didn't like the way he was talking to you." Harreh explains. "So you kill him? Why?" I press. "Because I'm the only one who should be in your contact list besides your family"He growls. "Harreh... are you........jealous?" I smirk. "Fuck no u fuckin bitch fuckin ugly ass fuckin loser" he yells before stomping upstairs and slamming his door. I stand in the same spot as his other guests stare at the sight that has been created. After sending them all home, and putting zayns big ass fuckin beefy body into the disposable, I take a long shower. I scrub and scrub and do an everything shower (just in case). As I go to return to my room, I linger at harrehs door. I decide to knock and see if he wants to talk about the incident that occurred tonight. "Go the fuck away" he whines. I decide that I refuse to listen to him anymore, and I push open the door. I find him sitting on the edge of his bed, punching his pillow. Hard.