JOHN CENA- a love story

Chapter 12

I woke up at around 2:30 PM, looking for items to burn on the candle in my Satan shrine, but I decided to check the mail, maybe I could burn some old bills. I haven't checked the mail in 4 months.
I received a letter from Amy Duncan. it said:
To [your name] ,
This is a message from Amy G. Duncan.
By signing this contract, you agree to the following:
On October 20th you will receive both Bob Duncan and his son, PJ. You will have a threesome with them and record it on camera and mail the video to this adress.
Then, on October 21st you can rent Bobathan Duncan for the day (£75 per day), and there will be no video records necessary.
Sign below:
I wrote my name:
Your name here
I then called Amy and asked her about the details of this agreement.
BUT THEN
BOB DUNCAN ANSWERED THE PHONE!!!!
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi" I heard.
"Oh my god!"
"What? Do you see something that you need exterminated?" He said.
"I can't believe it's you! You're Bob Duncan! I'm a huge fan! I write smutty fanfiction about you all of the time! And sometimes I have dreams about you." I said.
"You look so hot." Bob said.
BOBS SO COOL HE CAN SEE ME ON A TELEPHONE!!!!
"So Bob, I wanted to ask you something." I said.
"What is it?" He asked.
"How do you feel about threesomes?"
"Wow that's hot."
"Perfect! Because I made an appointment for next week and I was planning you, me, and John Felix Anthony Cena have a threesome."
"You made an appointment? I never knew!" He yelled.
"Oh, maybe Amy didn't tell you..."
"AMY!" He interrupted. "IMMA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HER! HOW FUCKING DARE SHE!"
"You don't like me?" I asked him and started to cry.
"THAT FUCKING BITCH SLUT ASS I WILL BEAT HER TO DEATH I WILL FUCKING KILL THAT BITCH"
"Are you mad at me Bob?" I asked.
"No! Of course not. I'm mad at Amy. She has a shitty life and she wanted to be my secretary. I said no. But she went in my ass and fucked it anyway!"
"Uh..."
"Did she make you pay that little son of a bitch?"
"Yes. I already sent out the money Bob. If I would've known..."
"Don't blame yourself. I'll be there for you when no one else is. And I fucked John Cena four times, and the fourth time he said he wanted to top. I almost fucking died hes like four times my weight. Steroids, you know?" Bob said.
"Yes." I knew too much.
"And you know I really like cheeky butt sex. It helps me unwind. You know, when Amy bein' a little bitch, I just lock her in the closet, take off my clothes, and go on Pornhub and..."
"BOB!" I interrupted. "Shut the fuck up!"