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Pink Silver Prancer
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”Eeeeek! This is a woman’s bathroom you have no right being in here! And to answer your question I haven’t seen anyone in here. Maybe he’s with that batch of kids that are heading up to the Engine Room." I yell at him, regaining my composer and focusing on his knife and body movements like Fuchsia taught me. I carefully pick up my purse. I’m pretty certain that it can effectively be used as a weapon if he attacks me.
”You’re not going to be another one of those ungrateful bitches are you? Here I am trying to save everyone on the train from certain disaster and people keep on getting in the way! “ He waves his hand around tossing the knife from one to the other, shit he’s skilled with it.
He changes his behavior a from anger to amusement in an instant. ”Wait, wait, wait, wait... your Scarlet Bloomers, that skanky bitch on the Internet. It’s me Ahol Quester, one of your biggest fans. We chatted allot online. I even got a picture of you covered in cum, with a snake slithering over your naked body on as my cell background! I hear that you’re every guy cum dumpster. You’re one sick bitch, people tend to say awful things about me but you... Is it true you collect used condoms and fetuses?” It took allot of effort not to gag after him asking such a question and showing me the vivid picture, this entire event will scar me for life!
I let my anger grab hold so I don’t get sick. Just listening to him is pissing me off. How dare he say I’m some Internet bimbo! I have pride! I can prove I’m not her but I don’t know how he’ll react. ”Tell you what, I’ll ignore the fact that it looks like your about to do something incredibly stupid with that purse, if you pass me your underwear, get on your hands and knees, grovel like a dog and then give me a blow job! You know. The true hero’s “you’re welcomed” just before he goes and saves everyone.”
Suddenly we hear a barely audible sniffle from the locked stall, the man eyes shift from me to the stall. He smiles in an unnerving way. He is still blocking my way out.
If I can distract him long enough I can probably escape the washroom. Doing so will leave whomever in the stall to this mad man. Or I can take the offensive and get the pepper spray from my purse and mace him, well anything might work just as long as something, someone distract him.
Damn this heat is unbearable. If nothing is done about it soon, people might start dying from heatstroke. The bathroom lights in here are really starting to unnerve, especially with the added stress of this lunatic.
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