Thanks for stopping by! I’m continuing with my still untitled, unedited WIP. My last two posts have had my hero Hudson’s suicide plans derailed, and instead he finds himself tied to a chair being slowly killed by his enemy from his world. This is a back flash of when he was about to commit suicide.
Time to eat the gun.
He got out of bed and pulled on his boxers. He found it somewhat amusing that he cared if he died with his junk hanging out. Hell, he was about to blow his brains all over the wall—he guessed the least of the worries should be if his cock was exposed. He went to his Louis Vitton duffel bag and pulled out his suicide note and gun he had brought with him.
He looked over his final letter.
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