WHOMSTED

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                                   Jocelyns POV
   I wake up and that bitch ass is d e a d. I forgot her name I think it's ashump or something idk.
  "Hey bitch can you wake up that creep is licking the road and I want to get away, but I don't know how to fucking ride a bike" I said speaking the fastest I've ever spoke. No response she just laid there unable to move.
  The creepy figure army crawled his way to me, while dragging his tongue on the road still. Suddenly I forgot how to fucking walk, my feet stuck to the ground.
   "ŁĒMMÊ HÆŁP ŸØÛ" The creep said. He talks in cursive, kinda hot not gonna lie.
   "Eww no bitch your kinda ugly" I sexily said to him, trying to seduce him.
    "HĘÑRŸ" He said.
"No I call you daddy"
He reeeed and then disappeared. Guess I'll be a virgin forever.
  
    I get on my knees trying to wake up Ashley, nothing happens. I bitch slap her, still nothing.
      I carefully open her eyes, and lick the rocky dirt road getting my tongue nice and rough. I roughly lick her eyeballs. Honestly I didn't think it would make her wake up but it's a weird habit of mine. And I couldn't pass up the opportunity, as long as she doesn't send me back to the insane asylum.
  
     A greasy homeless looking man approached us. He was standing very awkwardly with his palms touching each other near his tiny pæpæ.
   "Will she give me hëåd?????" He asked in a weird squeaky voice.
    "Eww who the fuck are you?" I said while trying to guess his pæpæ size; I think it's 1.1 inches at max.
   "Brêñdëñ" he said. I threw up in my mouth a little hearing his voice.
   "Umm ok lol." I said śūšpîçïøūšłÿ, he looks like he hasn't showered in days.
   "What's goin' on there ma'm, she looks like she wants to be fricked"
   I stand up and punch the creepy afro man. His twin I'm assuming appears. They looks the exact same. What the hell?
   Brenden picks up Ashley and throws her over his shoulder while his creepy twin does the same to me. I have no time to react he just takes us.

   I wake up and we're strapped to a chair in a bright neon orange room. Henry is making out with the walls.

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