Late at night, the walkie-talkie blared:
“Security, Room 644—urgent, fight in progress!”
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The young guard rushed in.
A necktie was already strangling him—eyes bulging, legs jerking twice.
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The lifeless body became just another plaything
in the dark of that room.
Rainy midnight police booth: cop reviewing files. Black-clad intruder arm-locks neck from behind. He gasps, reddens, dies slumped on chair. Even though he's dead, his dick is still hard and pre-cum is leaking out.
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(Warning: this post is for entertainment only)