Kirstie started to rise and shouted, “Fuck you, you bast…” She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath
. Kirstie braced herself for the pain but it wasn’t as bad as she had thought.
Black Casada. “My god, we’re eating good now,” Rusty rubbed his hands together. “Holy cow,” he gasped, looking at Tall Elk
Kirstie started to rise and shouted, “Fuck you, you bast…” She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath
. Kirstie braced herself for the pain but it wasn’t as bad as she had thought.
Black Casada. “My god, we’re eating good now,” Rusty rubbed his hands together. “Holy cow,” he gasped, looking at Tall Elk
Kirstie started to rise and shouted, “Fuck you, you bast…” She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath
. Kirstie braced herself for the pain but it wasn’t as bad as she had thought.
Black Casada. “My god, we’re eating good now,” Rusty rubbed his hands together. “Holy cow,” he gasped, looking at Tall Elk
