JUST A SMALL FAVOR

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“JOHN” STILL PASSED OUT, TONI DRAGGED THE CHAIR TO THE CENTER OF THE ROOM AND LAID IT DOWN SO THAT THE MAN'S HEAD WAS ON THE COLD CONCRETE FLOOR. TONI THEN PLACED THE RAG OVER HIS FACE CAREFULLY, AS NOT TO WAKE HIM UP JUST YET, AND WALKED CAREFULLY TO THE SHELVES. AFTER SOME CAREFUL BROWSING, HE PICKED UP A BOTTLE THAT READ PURE BRIGHT GERMICIDAL ULTRA BLEACH. PERFECT - NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL BUT JUST STRONG ENOUGH TO AT LEAST PUT A RASH, BURN HIS EYES, AND IF HE SWALLOWED ENOUGH…HOPEFULLY CAUSE SOME LASTING DAMAGE.

WELL, WE CAN'T FORGET THE PART WHERE HE THINKS I'M DROWNING HIM REAL TIME. THE REST IS JUST PERKS, TONI THOUGHT TO HIMSELF. WITH THE MAN AND RAG IN PLACE, TONI CROUCHED OVER THE MAN, SITTING ON HIS CHEST SO HE COULDN’T SIT UP, AND STARTED TO POUR THE BLEACH SLOWLY STARTING AT HIS FOREHEAD THEN MOVING TOWARDS HIS NOSE AND MOUTH UNTIL THE GREASY RAG WAS SOAKED.

THE MAN SPUTTERED AWAKE, GASPED AND TRIED TO BREATHE FOR AIR. HE PANICKED, OF COURSE, WHEN TONI CONTINUED TO POUR BLEACH ON THE RAG.

“S-STOP”, THE MAN MANAGED TO GET OUT, “I’M BEGGING YOU!”

HE WAS CRYING. HOW PATHETIC. AFTER WHAT THE MAN JUST DID, HE COULD SUFFER FOR ALL TONI CARED. TONI NEVER REALLY CARED WHY HE WAS HERE BUT NOW IT WAS MORE OF THE FACT THAT THIS MAN WAS ABSOLUTELY A WASTE OF SPACE.

TONI HAD USED THE ENTIRE BOTTLE OF BLEACH AND NOW HAD NOW GROWN DISINTERESTED IN THIS PARTICULAR SCENE.. TONI SIGHED…TOSSED THE BOTTLE TOWARDS THE DOOR AND LIFTED THE MAN UP. HE DRAGGED HIM A LITTLE CLOSTER TO THE METAL ESCAPE. TONI LEFT THE RAG ON HIS FACE, HE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE LOOKING AT HIM. HE FELL INTO THE DESK CHAIR AND WATCHED AS THE MAN PISSED HIMSELF WHILE SOBBING HYSTERICALLY. IT SOUNDED LIKE HE WAS PRAYING. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME.

DISGUSTING….