I bent down to put another burn on his dick, but he writhed so hard that he ended up kicking me in the face. I REALLY feel like I’m gonna end this nigga’s life.”
“Well, you could always try some of this,” said Gallagher, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of pills. “You gonna swallow my fuckin’ nut, nigga,” I snarled, “whether you like it or not! Dawson’s interview, he brought up something rather interesting.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, still looking at him, confused. I didn’t feel a single ounce of remorse looking at the wounds all over his body and the blood leaking from his ass. I looked up to see Warden Gallagher looking down at me sitting on the floor. “What you got there, huh?”
“This is the shit I take when I wanna give my old lady the ROUGH work,” he said. I reached down to my pants around my ankles and pulled from the pocket a long metal shank.
