Trapstar 3
“He tried to move, but realized that his hands and feet had been bound to a chair. The gag in his mouth tasted sour and smelled like shit. He had to fight back the vomit that was making its way up his throat. He could only see light through the black cloth bag that covered his head. Mixed with the smell of shit, was the smell of marijuana. He wished he could have put his teeth between the rag and his tongue, but the gag had been tied tightly and he couldn’t prevent tasting the rancid cloth.
Selena sat in a chair in front of Herman blowing smoke from her blunt into his face. She took one last hit off the Backwoods and stood. She snatched the bag off his head. Herman blinked to adjust his eyes to the light. Once he could focus, his stomach dropped as he looked into Selena’s cold glare. Her anger and pain smoldered in her eyes. Seeing the daggers fly from her fierce look, Herman knew that his pleas for mercy would fall on deaf ears.
“So nigga, you comfy?”
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