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Anonymous Tue 27 Aug 2024 08:33:27 No.68633472 Report
Quoted By: >>68633519 >>68633537 >>68633695
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>Fang sits in a chair, fully naked at some dingy motel. It's a location she's been to multiple times to 'indulge herself'
>But today, it just wasn't feeling it.
>For days she's been enticing and offering that shriveled up sad sack of shit called 'Anon' or what ever is still left of him.
>Even at this fucking state, He still resists everything she's offering him! money, power, a shower even fucking HER!
>But all doesn't even matter to him. He still looks away in disgust and distain, It's almost sisyphean in nature to get him back.
>She won't give up though. It's her dweeb, no one elses. Why should anyone take away something she worked hard to cultivate.
>Money, men, women, fame, and idolisation. It all a fucking joke if he isn't there....
>A phone rings near the coffee table near fang. It's Trish, why is she even calling her, Doesn't she know she doesn't want to be disturbed?
>Picking up the phone, a soft scared, fragile, guidable voices speaks: "F-fang,c-can I say something i-important?!.....p-please?"
>"Trish trish trish, How many times does this lesson need to shoved up your fucking small triglit head. Do. Not. Disturb. me!"
>"Y-yes -ie ie understand but it's its its it it is it's" Fang growing ever so impatient with her rampant dementia talk
>"ITS WHAT!"


I don't know how to continue this
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Anonymous Tue 27 Aug 2024 09:16:13 No.68633989 Report
Quoted By: >>68634016 >>68634057 >>68634098 >>68634113
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(I don't know why Trish should care unless she's a dog for fang and desperately now craves for her approval)
>"It's...it's Anon...Hes.....he...he's....."
>"GET TO THE POINT TRISH!"
>Trishes voice becomes more and more shaky and paincky as she delivers the news to Fang
>"HE's! HE's HE's SEEN WITH NICK. F-FANG P-PLEASE DON't BE MAD!!?!!"
>In an instant, and after a few words. everything that Fang had built was instantly for naught as some careless Barry bitch with a roast beef took him away from her. Was it all for nothing?
>Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? Was it all for nothing? WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING!?
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>"fang?"
>She threw the phone agains't the wall. Waking up the escort sleeping in bed. Sensing it was time to leave, he grabbed his walking stick and guided his way outside the motel room. Leaving the hysterical Petro bitch to her own meltdowns while also some raggy beanie she paid extra for him to wear. He already has too many problems with a Meteor dodger himself.
>Fang tore that room down like it was Butter to a hot knife. After a few hours, Fang was in a fetal position fuming with rage, jealously, sadness and despair as the words Anon's said still linger within her mind over and over and over and over again....

>"You Just want want to feel better for helping a 'poor looser'"

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