The Trooper sneered as he looked down at the punk. All show no go. Grunting, the Trooper put his boot down on his prey's chest. Reaching into a pocket built into his vest he pulled out a cigar. His personal reward for catching this piece of shit. He pulled deeply at his cigar, the warm smoke rolling down his tongue. The running might be done, but the fun was only just beginning.
Aleks Buldocek
2019-06-25 07:03:57 +0000 UTC