Car Den

"Fuck!"

Dengerberd knew he had no other choice. He could no longer gamble with his own life. The girls kept closing in on him, moving with weird and creepy antics. Each one of them looked lustful for blood and death, and with the number of lives that they had each taken already, there was nothing stopping them from adding his sorry self to the long list if the need would arise.

"You want this? Take it!" He yelled at them as they approached, raising above his head the bag of treasures, slightly open and threatening to spill away its contents.

Shaking his hand violenty in the air, Mark seemed to be threatening to throw the bag somewhere in the large room, leaving them all to battle it out by themselves.

"Krrrng!!!"

A bullet barely missed him, tearing through the bag in his hand and creating a hole in it. This was when Dengerberd knew that his life was in true danger.

"You ungrateful witches!!!" He yelled for the last time and threw the bag far into their midst. Right then, chaos erupt
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