That Spectacular Guy

Part 11

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The sound of sliding metal made me awake.

"Seize him!" Tentacles, at least what they felt like, grappled me torso. I erratically escorted down down a hallway. Down an elevator and down more fucking dreey passages. Me and the goons arrived in slightly more fashionable room. With-

"SAMSON, SAMUEL!!"

"Not so loud, cunt!" The pink guard behind me said aggressively.

After the guards settled themselves I wisped: "How are ya doing."

"Could be much better." Samuel answered. "Had to share a cell with 12 sweaty shits who had bathed in months."

"If it weren't for me." Added Samson. "My bro would've been squished.''

"So what are we waiting for now?"

"Samuel and Samson Tibwald!!" Someone guy with a thick mustache called. "You're on!"

"Welp see ya sometime." Samuel said.

"Later." Said Samson.

Their voices had some nasty dread to them. They disappeared through a door, leaving me alone. By myself with zilch friends.

In boredom, I peered at police goons that surrounded my sides. One of them was really stinky.

"Hey sir? Did you wipe ya hinny well enough?"

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BUINESS!!" He slapped cross me face.

Okay... I guess I just need to wait... 1 hour passes... it passes so so slowly. Already my legs get numb, my ass frozen by this solid metal chair. My dick gets erected in the wrong place at the wrong time... 2 hours... my stomach gurgles, it desires food.

"I want food! Isn't it well past mourin.''

"This oughtta shut ya up!" A ginger hands me an apple. Only the apple was probably dug from a trash laced with syringes. Mold took hold of it's once red and slender shape. BETTER THAN NOTHING!

"MMMM... ughhhh...MMMmmm... agggg..." Like biting into a cow's shity ass.

"Decilous ain't it?" Asked the ginger and rest o the guards howled with laughter.

These cunts... when will I be let out... the third hours passes and me eyes begin to sore. The mattress wasn't so good.

"Sit up straight, pretty boy!" A baldy called.

4 hours... please PLEASE let this be the one.

"Adrain Warren! RISE!" Thick motustase guy came. Glorious, the only cop whose presence gave me. I bosstled meself through the door and down to a popo car. We drove and drove, coming close to a particular building, the county courthouse.

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[DISCLOSURE: THE FOLLOWING IS A VERY GREAT EXAGGERATION OF EVENTS DEPICTICTING SOME CUNTS WHO WERE VERY FOWL, JUST WANNA GO SAY THAT 🙂]

I was carried to a dank dungeon. Monstas, of all shapes and sizes, filled the moss covered seats that stood at both me sides. Futher up, a very very tall pillar, likey hundred foots high, had some icky blob sitting on it's above end. A far far shorter brother kept at it's side. I was plobbed on the midget tower. Sitting there made the audience that faced you way way longer, even more wicked, like ghostly phantoms of the night.

"Aldrain Warren." The blob at the great height bellowed announcing my presense to them all. "You have been chaaaaarged with aggrevated aaaaassssulat and copyriiiiiiight infridgemennnnnnt. How do yoooooou pleeeeead?"