It started with him just wanting her purse. What happened?
A 52 year old woman is now dead and bleeding out onto the concrete eight floors down.
Hazy and heavy breaths filled his airspace.
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"Oh fuck me." He cried out as tears welled in his eyes in a panic.
The gun sat in his leathered hand against the side of his head, his fingers running through his hair, pulling some strands out.
He laughed to himself and dropped the gun to the floor in a thud. He backed away from Helena's body in horror of what he had just done. He hadn't shot her or anything, there was nothing in the gun and it was on safety.
What had happened was, he had hit her atop the skull and then pushed her against the railing of the balcony. He tried it again out of rage as she scratched his face, neck, and arms.
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He ran forward and dragged her body away from the rail. He held her over his shoulder and looked down onto the street to see a couple had stopped in wonder of what was dripping from the 8th floor of a hotel balcony. He bounced away quickly and laid his leather coat down on the carpet.
"My favorite jacket. Fuck. I just wanted your money you whore." He cursed her corpse.
He wiped away his tears and snot onto her shirt and sighed.
"Let's clean you up now shall we?" He sniffled as stared down to her in pity.
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Room 810
Mystère / ThrillerA young boy who has known a prosperous life all too wel yet taken advantage of it, has lost it. He has come to a world infected with drugs and crime and it's not quite Malibou. He soon comes to a point where he can't wait for 50 cents for a little f...
