Suzy’s Strange Saga
Even if you made a dash for the door, you don’t think you’d make it before Trent’s friends would reach you, better that you help Jake.
You rush over to Jake and also grab Trent’s hand that is still clutching the pistol. Jake and Trent are also hitting each other, though Jake can’t really get a good hit in due to the counter being in the way and Trent being tall and having a long reach. Trent maintains a vice like grip on the pistol.
“Hey you motherfuckers come help me! Fat ass and this bitch are trying to get the gun!” Trent exclaims.
Jake seeing that you have a grip on Trent’s pistol hand, Jake releases one of his hands to try to pull Trent forward over the counter.
He succeeds easily and Trent is half way over the counter, though two of his buddies manage to grab ahold of his legs and waist.
Meanwhile Trent’s third friend has jumped over the counter and grabbed on to you. It’s mister pimple and he’s more like groping you rather than just trying to pull you off of his buddy.
In your attempt to get the little perv off of you end up letting go of Trent’s pistol hand and while Jake still has a partial grip on it and is currently punching Trent in the face with his other fist, Trent manages to at last get his finger back around the trigger and starts shooting.
Of course he’s firing wildly due to getting punched in the face and still not having complete control over his gun, but unfortunately you’re close enough and in the direction he happens to pull the trigger.
You catch two in the chest and his buddy groping you gets one in the throat. The pair of you fall to the floor, him gurgling and spiting up blood and you struggling to breathe and also coughing up blood.
You die in a bloody heap on top of some acne ridden virgin that still manages to be clutching your right tit even in death.
You rush over to Jake and also grab Trent’s hand that is still clutching the pistol. Jake and Trent are also hitting each other, though Jake can’t really get a good hit in due to the counter being in the way and Trent being tall and having a long reach. Trent maintains a vice like grip on the pistol.
“Hey you motherfuckers come help me! Fat ass and this bitch are trying to get the gun!” Trent exclaims.
Jake seeing that you have a grip on Trent’s pistol hand, Jake releases one of his hands to try to pull Trent forward over the counter.
He succeeds easily and Trent is half way over the counter, though two of his buddies manage to grab ahold of his legs and waist.
Meanwhile Trent’s third friend has jumped over the counter and grabbed on to you. It’s mister pimple and he’s more like groping you rather than just trying to pull you off of his buddy.
In your attempt to get the little perv off of you end up letting go of Trent’s pistol hand and while Jake still has a partial grip on it and is currently punching Trent in the face with his other fist, Trent manages to at last get his finger back around the trigger and starts shooting.
Of course he’s firing wildly due to getting punched in the face and still not having complete control over his gun, but unfortunately you’re close enough and in the direction he happens to pull the trigger.
You catch two in the chest and his buddy groping you gets one in the throat. The pair of you fall to the floor, him gurgling and spiting up blood and you struggling to breathe and also coughing up blood.
You die in a bloody heap on top of some acne ridden virgin that still manages to be clutching your right tit even in death.
