Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem. Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke. That isn’t the worst if it though, is it?
You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?
You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand. You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up. Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!
The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up. There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did.
Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it?
Written By: Poison Ivy
