Samantha's Suffering by AzazelTheFallen, literature
Literature
Samantha's Suffering
Warning, warning, WARNING: Haha, Im just kidding. Theres no warning. I just wanted to talk to you! Youre so pretty, and I sometimes look at you from across the room, batting my eyelashes playfully at you. That being said, this story DOES contain relatively adult material, including, but not limited to, Amazonian girls, bare behinds, girl-on-girl humiliation, farting, and toilet humor. So if you arent into that, it might be best if you didnt continue reading. That being said, would you like to go on a date? I know a great place, downtown "This is gonna be awesome!" Moira said, eagerly, down to hr smaller friend, Samantha. The shorte...
I enter my tiny hotel room, a single dim bulb lights the room, I place my large bag down on the bed, it's all I have on me. Inside the bag arw a few pairs of clothes and a lot of money. I used to work for a business that collects money from shops, banks, car parks, even the few still working payphones, one day I got fed up woth being paid a tiny amount to transport millions, so I came up with a plan. I faked being stolen from, I pretended that se armed men had stolen the money. I almost got away with it as well but somehow they found out and I went on the run. That was a month ago.
Right now I'm waiting for someone to drop off a new passport so I can leave the country, start a new life somewhere else, somewhere where nobody will find me, where I'll never been seen again.
I jump slightly as I hear a knock at the door. Peaking through the curtains I see a hooded figure. I sigh in relief, although I've not been found yet, and in a completely different part of the country, I'm always on