Damnation! (18+ ONLY)

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Feuding with the devil

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Martin :

He was so fucking up my mind, I thought I saw him for real. What the fuck was that?

I always have this creepiest obsession with Jackson, now I see him in shadows.

I literally passed out last night, thinking that I had seen him. Maybe I had.

As much as I like Jackson, I despise him a lot. He's a bag of shit. I do not want to repeat that obsession I have with him. He will fuck me up. If I had seen him will that make him more alive or will it meen that he is dead, he's just hunting me.

Why would he do such a weird thing though? I mean I didn't kill him myself... Fuck him! I am literally feuding with the devil.

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Today is the day I had to prepare for my strip show.

I ran out of the motel room, without taking any shower or brushing my teeth. I was fearful of Jackson reappearing as he did last night.

That man is so fucking unpredictable. He probably wants to hurt me like he did to that other man. He always promised to fuck me though... I do want to feel his dick, one day but maybe then he won't be a homophobe. Or promise to rape my gayness out of me... That man is so fucking sick!

I went to a public bathroom, and started bathing from there, luckily I saw a toothpaste and I washed my teeth using my fingers. I wasn't wearing anything besides my underwear.

I was so fucking scared of Jackson and the fact that he would rape me, if he would have caught me in that room?

He had no fucking shame raping me as a ghost. I wanted raw flesh. (I meant that as a joke).
Fuck Jackson and his tricks, the bitch cannot even keep his word. He was just stuck in the mystery of that fuckard ways, being abrasive and all of that shit.

He had such a fucking big dick though. If he was a kind man though who would gently ask to take me hard at raw, I would have. He probably wanted to give a disease or something. What could actually make him want to hurt me?

I was done with washing my teeth now, I was now starring at a mirror and looking for what I could fix. Here in New York there were none restrictions, I saw people walking nude or wearing underwears on the streets. Maybe it would be okay if I also go on just my underwear, I should put on my shoes on though. Was I really this scared of Jackson?

As I was still thinking of my next mission, I saw a figure inside the bathroom. It was a man who was urinating, why didn't I notice him when he entered? He looked very familiar. I think it is the same man I had met at the airport. The one that I had to escaped from. What was he doing here?

I suddenly felt the most consuming fear, what if he would attempt to rape or kill me? I ducked so that he wouldn't notice me, I entered one of the stalls. And climbed up the toilet seat, so that he wouldn't approach me or even notice me.

His phone started ringing, "Yes sir, mhg." He answered his cell phone. He was grunting as if he was orgasming. I listened closely.

"Yeah I have tracked him, he's here in New York. I had just arrived... I placed a tracker inside of his suitcase..."

"What?! How did Jackson find him? We're screwed, I need to kidnap him and transport his ass to Florida.
He's a lot of work, leave him to me, I'll sort it out. "

Are you fucking kidding me?! Were they plotting against me!? Why the fuck was he talking about kidnapping? He wants to kidnap me?

Fuck!

I listened closely to his footsteps as they approached the sink. He waited there for a while, I don't even know what he was doing... I just kept myself squirming and hoping that he that wouldn't find me here.

"Bingo! He is at the Motel." He quickly harried out of the bathroom and I sighed hoping that he didn't hear me. I walked out of the stall, I saw him running towards the direction of the place I was living at. I ran away from that scene, I got inside the cab and asked the driver to take me to the Ozone club.

"You're a fag?" The driver asked me.

I was so flustered by the driver's question, I did not expect it, so I asked "What?"

"You love getting fucked and sucking a dick?" He asked more bluntly without a shame.

"W-why, do you ask?" I was slightly scared and anxious of what he would say next.

"Well you have to be because you got a big fucking ass, that's how you can actually pay me if you don't have any money. I will fuck you in one of the stalls at the Ozone."

With that his car took off. I was so scared after hearing that. Was it that visible that I looked like a whore?

I wanted to just escape, right on the spot. What just happened?