What ya wanna talk about

Fine bye bye
-he grabbed the tired guy, tying him up-

Alright, what time is it for you?))
Sure fine

He laughed- alright I'm distracted, what is it

Please I need to make this dress rupal, I don't need your real thighs distracting me

He sighed-
You ok))

Ok

Mhm

He glared whispering horrible things to you-
The boss smiled- you know I had my doubts detective, you really aren't a sell out, or bad at your job, and you, phase, your done but since you can't die by the best, you'll be beaten or torture

They too thicc for there own good

He was to tires, but he started punching you as hard as he can-

I'm not))
He cleaned your face- cleaning you up

It's fine

He stared- alright big guy, keep this professional, don't wanna get distracted thinking of your hips -he joked-

He wasn't aware of the convo, on the subway, he looked homeless and bloody-

Already gone-
And if he is not here until sunrise, your dead

Your a fucking idiot, that is why he is last, you know what screw the list, I decided, bring him to me, and if he doesn't cooperate, burn him

But how many, I didn't ask for your life story, a number please

Hey, how many off the list

I'm in my work