"Fuck! I can't quite... reach them. God, how do I get myself into these messes? --just one thing after another. I wanted to have some fun and now-- Shit! I'm fucked. HELP ME! PLEASE! SOMEONE, HELP ME!"

You think anybody's gonna answer that? Ha! You must be more fucked up in the head than you look, buddy. You're gonna have to yell a lot louder than that. Soundproof, Wally baby -- these four little walls are designed to keep especially to insure uninterrupted privacy. The owners of this classy little establishment wouldn't want the grunts and groans from next door to intrude on man's fantasy, after all. You are one pathetic little fuck, you know that?

"Can't anything ever work out for me? Damn! ...just out of reach. I only need one! One little pill and everything will be fine. HELP! ANYONE? I CAN'T REACH MY PILLS! If I could just -- God fucking dammit! That hurts... Oh, fuck. How am I gonna get out of this one?"

I told you already, Wallyboy, you aren't getting out of here alive. You want me to be more specific? You -- dead -- bodybag. Come on, face facts, loverboy. You really screwed yourelf into a hole this time, but what else is new? Huh,Wally? You're really good at fucking up aren't you?

"I can still get out of this! Just shut the hell up already! I don't have to listen to you! I have to get my pills, my heart pills. If I... a little more... OW! FUCK! Damn, that's not gonna work. SOMEONE!"

No, no , no. If you insist on yelling, support. Use your diaphragm, baby. You'll never get anyone's attention that way. You think some little jerkoff's gonna zip up and trot on over here just to see what the muffled screaming is? More likely he's gonna start beating a little harder.

"God, you're sick! Someone's gotta hear me. HELP! PLEASE! I NEED SOMEONE TO GET MY PILLS FOR ME!"

Ooooo, I love the way you turn colors. Look at those veins bulging, and that look in your eyes is just priceless. You really should see this. You'd be laughing your ass off if you were looking back at this ten years down the road. It really is too bad you won't get the chance.

"Shut up! I'll make it out! I can bang on the walls. Maybe that'll work. Ow! What did they build this fucking peep show out of anyway?"

You sure you want to know, buddy? It's not like they don't make enough money off of you undersexed saps anyway. They might as well make sure you keep coming back, eh? They gotta protect their investment, and the merchandise -- make sure you can't manhandle the chickys while they work. It's just a job for the broads, you know. You poor fucks, though, it's all you got.

"It is not! I have a lot to fall back on. I'm just in between relationships at the moment. You wouldn't understand."

Who wouldn't understand? Been in between honeys for an awful long time haven't ya, Wally? What's it been now -- thirteen years? Oh that's rich -- must be your lucky number.

"No way it's been that long. There've been others."

Is that what you call those one night paid interludes? You are sick if you think those little fantasy-fulfillers are anything more than an expensive roll in the hay, buddyboy.

"Oh, God... this is hurting. I've gotta get to those pills. If only I could... move more than my fingers."

Well, you're the one who dropped the pills in the first place. Wishing ain't gonna help you now, buddy. Sit back, enjoy the rest of the show. You did pay for it, and she does have good tits. They're almost hypnotic, the way they jiggle and sway like that.

"Dammit! I've got other things to... worry about now!"

Don't you get it yet? You really, really don't. Listen very carefully to me now, Wally. You are going to die here, in this room, in a few short moments.

"NO! Not... now, not here! I'm not... going to fucking die like this! SOMEONE GET IN HERE AND HELP ME!"

That's only making it worse, you know. You'll go a lot faster than you have to if you keep that kind of craziness up.

"You just want me to die! That's it! HA! You're trying to get me to... give in, give up, just let go. Well I'm not... gonna do it! I'm... not gonna fall for your.... demented mindgames! SOMEBODY, GET THE... HELL IN HERE AND HELP ME!"

Nope, nope, buddy. You're fading fast now. I bet you can't even feel your fingers anymore.

"I -- I... Help me! Oh, God. Oh, God! I don't wanna fucking die! I DON"T WANT TO DIE!"

God's not listening, buddy. That crying's not gonna help any more than all the screaming, either. You feel it now, don't you? Now you believe me. It would have been easier if you listened before, Wallyboy. It's gonna hurt now. You should have listened to yourself instead of getting deluded into a frenzy. I guess you'll never learn that one now, though.

"I can... learn! I'll learn. I'll... change! Just help... me, please!"

I told you, it's too late. I give you about ten more seconds, Wally. Goodbye.

"No, no... this can't be... all there fucking is. Ow! There's... got to be..."

Looks like I overestimated.


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