There's a Man in the Woods. (MxM)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫?

𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢

Fuck.

"Make sure to add some pineapples. Boss likes pineapples." The short old man muttered. The muscular man turned to him and looked at him strangely.

"What?" He asked slowly.

"Don't ask me. I'm just giving yer instructions." The older man chuckled and walked slowly away, hands clasped behind his back.

𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢

Blood.

The only word repeating itself.

Blood.

All over.

Face, hands, shirt and pants.

Fuck.

𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢𓏲ּ ֶָ֢

"Oh yes. He-" The man was cut short as a blade was thrown at him, before it struck his throat, he grabbed it and looked at the short man in front of him.

"That wasn't very nice of you. I was busy talking about my story. Tch. Tch. Tch." He shook his head in disappointment.

"You will pay for that, my 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝." He grins, without emotion he walks quietly to the metal table.

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"Why can't you fucking die?" He asked, frustrated with the bloodied man in front of him.

The man coughs up blood. Spitting on the floor, he looks at the knife and began laughing maniacally.

The man is sure testing his patience.

Fuck.

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This is my book. I am writing it.

There is triggering chapters, I will discuss it in the book, don't worry.

This is a book of LGBTQ+
So scram if you don't like it.

Enjo