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Fighting air
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Sometimes , i can't help but laugh at myself for being so silly.
I get really paranoid about encountering baddies in the middle of the night since i'm prone to coming home really late , like 2am.
Think robbery , rape , kidnap , or even worse - all of the mentioned AND murder.
It might sound mighty stupid but i swear my blood pressure rises the moment i step out of the cab and into the silence of the sleeping neighbourhood.
Not to mention my ragged breathing which i try to keep under check so as not to alert potential assailants.
Imagine ..
As i stepped into the haven of the lift , i started praying really hard that the lift door closes completely .
Almost now..
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Then suddenly the door withdrew .
A cigarette-reeking palm was plastered onto my mouth. The sheer force of it left me grinding against the wall of the lift.
Something cold and hard was pressed against my temple.
"Shut up before i pull the trigger on you. Believe me when i say this shit's fucking loaded."
My wobbling legs gave way and I crumpled into a kneeling position despite the dirty spit-stained lift floor..
The hideous Chewbacca lookalike then pressed his fat thumb on the 'Close' button..
I trembled . The tears started to flow copiously as realisation sank in.
The ventilation stopped.
His palms falls off my mouth , but the revolver stayed.
"You know what i want."
I couldn't bear to look at him eye-to-eye. I shook dumbly as i hung my head low.
"Out with everything you have. Don't try any tricks with me or i'll...."
He strucked my head with the side of the gun with such force that i slammed against the wall.
I picked myself up and handed him my wallet and phone.
"Thats all ?!?" He asked incredulously.
I nodded.
"Fuck man ! You've gotta be kidding."
I kept quiet as i felt his eyes fixate on me.
"You must be a virgin."
Touch me and you die , i thought.
His thumb and index finger caught my chin and he jerked it up.
"Now look at me."
I looked . I noticed his complexion was sallow and yellowish. Must be a bad case of jaundice.
"Now look at me closely cuz i'm gonna do ya really good right here right now."
With the gun still pointed on my head , his free hand wandered to my fly.
"Urghhh. Fuck Levis!"
He struggled with my 3 button fly Levis 599 and managed to unbutton one after much effort.
He starting cursing Levis Strauss and put his gun down to concentrate on unbuttoning my damned fly. I sprang into action and caught the gun
"Ha ! Hands behind your head now , you piece of dried cow dung!"
Slowly he stood up .
I did the same , only that i was holding him at gun point.
I kicked the "Open" button and slowly fresh air seeped into the lift.
Just as time too. I was beginning to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen and his BO was starting to impermeate the stale air.
I kicked the phone towards him.
"Call the police , loser."
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Hahahahha. Damn. I can't believe i wrote that mini essay shit.
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Introducing..
SHAWN "KUKUBUDUS" LOW !
YEAHHHHHHH!
I'm pimping him.
He's is so sweet , he gives me Hello! Singtel paper bags for dinner.
He bakes edible cookies.
He has balls so big , they block out the sun.
Did i mention that he's really good at burning down bathrooms ?
Yep , he burned down his.
What more can a girl ask for right ?
Riiiiiiiight.
Drop me a line if you want a piece of this cake.
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Listening to : 3 doors down - Kryptonite
