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“Shh”
A soft chuckle as the door quietly clicked shut. “Where’s a fucking outlet?”
“Unplug his charger. Use that one for now.”
“If he wakes up with a dead Blackberry-“
“I think the missing - shh.”
A ruscle. A soft moan. Settling.
“Hurry, before he wakes up.”
A buzz seemingly echoed in the bedroom. Two silent chuckles joined in as it deepened.
(*)
He woke up and instantly knew something was different. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly sat up and looked around the room. The sky-kissed eyes landed on the mirror across from his. A shaky hand touched his upper lip.
Smooth skin.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!”