Post by Katherine Petersdorf on Nov 18, 2012 22:11:58 GMT -5
I kneel down and pick it up. It is a key.
Now I was confused, was Bridget saving me from the trap she led me into? I shake my head and think to myself, never look a gift horse in the mouth.
I peer out the bars again. Carter has Bridget leaning against the desk, his face buried in her neck. Bridget is making soft moaning sounds, as well as, looking over Carter’s shoulder at me. She wiggles her finger at me, as if to say, come
here.
I unlock the door with silence, slowly slide the door open, and exit. I kneel and pick up the handgun.
Bridget pushes her upper body below Carter’s head. Carter stops kissing at her and stares down in confusion.
I pull the trigger. Blood splatters from the buff man all over Bridget’s face and pristine white dress. Without so much as a scream, or a sign of disgust, Bridget shoves the dead Carter off of herself and to the floor.
“You can say thank you anytime now,” she states, whipping blood off her face with the jacket Carter had removed before their frolic.
“I was about to tell you the same thing,” I seethe.
“I didn’t need your help to escape Carter. He would have let me go with just the money.” She grabs the wad of cash off the desk and flips up her dress and this time her unmentionables actually show. She has a garter on her high thigh that she straps the money into.
“You don’t have to stare. We’re partners in crime not partners in bed.” She smiles as she walks past me. “Yet….,”
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Now I was confused, was Bridget saving me from the trap she led me into? I shake my head and think to myself, never look a gift horse in the mouth.
I peer out the bars again. Carter has Bridget leaning against the desk, his face buried in her neck. Bridget is making soft moaning sounds, as well as, looking over Carter’s shoulder at me. She wiggles her finger at me, as if to say, come
here.
I unlock the door with silence, slowly slide the door open, and exit. I kneel and pick up the handgun.
Bridget pushes her upper body below Carter’s head. Carter stops kissing at her and stares down in confusion.
I pull the trigger. Blood splatters from the buff man all over Bridget’s face and pristine white dress. Without so much as a scream, or a sign of disgust, Bridget shoves the dead Carter off of herself and to the floor.
“You can say thank you anytime now,” she states, whipping blood off her face with the jacket Carter had removed before their frolic.
“I was about to tell you the same thing,” I seethe.
“I didn’t need your help to escape Carter. He would have let me go with just the money.” She grabs the wad of cash off the desk and flips up her dress and this time her unmentionables actually show. She has a garter on her high thigh that she straps the money into.
“You don’t have to stare. We’re partners in crime not partners in bed.” She smiles as she walks past me. “Yet….,”
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