My Hot Kiss Ass Singer. 2d X Murdoc

Broken bass

There is two things you should know about murdoc.

One: He hates me.

Two: he's a fucking hot sex god, but... I will never admit that out loud. Like jeez...

Anyway when I say he hates me, I mean he really, REALLY hates me. (Reasons why my desire gets shut down faster than Russel shuts down a game of chicken every time he opens his mouth, or balls his fist, either of the two.) in fact you probably can't even comprehend how much he hates me, because it's to complicated for everyone's minds, but what I can't tell ya I can show ya... so He hates me so much that he will do exactly this...

...

"Murdoc let me go!" I wailed, as he pushed me into the wall.

I was crying like always, my eyes squeezing out tears faster than Murdoc can drain a stupid bottle of vodka.

Murdoc smacked me across the face, and I whimpered as his hand left my cheek, I felt like I was burning like fire, or maybe like a sloppy candle wax, I seriously don't know. Then before I could push him away, he put his fore arm up against my throat pinning me to the wall, and making me choke. I tried to pry it off, put you see the thing is when a guy with huge beautiful muscles is fighting me the guy with, NO muscles, the 'games' a little off balance.

"Let me go..." I whimpered, saying that line one last time, trying my best to avoid his almost emotionless eyes, that were piercing my skin like the tip of a knife.

He didn't let me go, just glared deep into my soul. His mismatched colored eyes sinking into me, like a zombies teeth would in one of my zombie movies.

"I am only going to say this one more time," Murdoc growled pressing his forearm against my throat, make me let out a wheezing cough like one of those dorks in cartoons, as he did so, "Where. Did. You. Put. My. Bass."

Murdoc had one bass he loved the most, the red one, the one he bought at a music shop when he was 13 I think, his first bass he had ever played. And he looked kinda blissfully while playing it, which made me somewhat happy.

"I-I *cough* don't know!" I wheezed, squeezing my eyes shut, that was a lie, "I didn't take it!" That wasn't a lie. I remember it very clearly. I was in the living room when noodle had came in, holding Murdocs bass in her hands, I told her to put it back, but she didn't listen, she said she wanted to learn so she could be better than murdoc, so I told her to ask him for lessons and to put it back, that time she listened and went to put it back, but she had tripped and fell on top of it, breaking it's neck, I helped her hide it in the attic, and I made sure it looked like I took it so murdoc wouldn't yell at her. Even though I knew he wouldn't do anything more than yell at her, he would definitely do much worse to me...

"I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!" Murdoc screamed, gripping my hair and banging my head against the wall.

My head fell forward after the blow, it was pounding hard, and my vision was getting blurry, I could pretend to faint or something maybe that will get him to stop hitting me...

"WERE DID YOU PUT IT!" He yelled smacking my head into the cream colored wall again.

This time I felt so faint I actually slumped onto him, much to his surprise. My arms draped over his shoulders, and I let out a groan of pain, or maybe a groan of pleasure, I don't know, but I did like the feeling of his warm breath on my neck, that was nice.

Murdoc stood there shocked not knowing what to do, I could feel his hands hover over my back, not sure how to react. I groaned again wincing as I felt my chin rest on his shoulder, I couldn't get a grasp on my thoughts, my head was spinning so fast. Getting your head whacked into a wood wall hurts. And all I could do is wait and prepare myself for when he smacks me for falling onto of him.