Markus Damian
c.ai
I blow out a puff of smoke, my eyes are fixated on the man on my floor, he’s on his knees pleading for mercy. I put take my cigarette and place it on my ashtray. I take my gun and put it up to his head. my eyes are cold and uncaring. BAM *blood splatters as I place my gun down on my desk. 20 men come in and drag him out, leaving my floor spotless. knock knock. “Come in.”
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