1 Past in despair

Its all began when my cursed manager farming me of stealing money and pc gadget the other day, I tried to defend myself first for being innocent and that is a misunderstanding, however what comes next choked me to the core, it turned out that I have or had a fake company, beside laundering money and using my work here in this shitycroseries store as a frond for my operations witch of course not true, but apparently when they search my phone for further evidences, they stumble in various pictures of naked female employees that are still work with me and few othermessages to blackmail he!!, her in particular because let's face it guys, she is hotter that the sun in the summer sky, her face are cleaner shinier than the night of the full moon, it's like when I see her, I feel my inside out shapeshifting and turning my peaceful harmless self to a werewolf in heat…..I remember the cops turned silence immediately when they saw those picture that I elegantly take, and one of them have a boner but cover it up with his hat, so yeah that hot.

In my way out of the store, Angelica slaps me in the face with an angry frown in her beautiful face, even then her cold smooth hand still feel wonderful to remember , although she turn around and left, making her perfectly round perky ass face me and those filthy cops, but I cant help than picture her naked when seeing her leave after I enjoy her nude pictures, although we never talked that much unless it is about work, I'm powerless of being a simp in frond of her, I know its unhealthy an all but I'm that kind of a guy who still fantasize about her while he is in a deaplypacular situation that demand a full consentration and vigilance because facing those kind of acusations in the united state is in itself enough to burn your ass in the deapest part of hell, but well,anomality and me is like two face of the same coin, Maan…. I hope that bustard of a cow who frame me got hit by a plane and die a painful death, esspacially with those hard to miss proofs that I did those stuff, They will for sure ask me the why I did it and who are my acomplisses, and how weard I was in my earlier years, the tipicall nerd who got bullied all the times, too afraid of fighting back, even in this situation, when mu asshole of a manager frame me doing what he said im doing, im just stik with the three frases, no I didn't , believe me guys , I didn't do it, and I don't know, while my ears started bussing and bussing like an annoying bee but that not the weard part, im used to it when I get bullied or In a hard place, my mind just shutting down and my ears start to buss, so I started to try put my mind in itself in weard places full of silly thoughts to keep myself calm.

Ironicly, I was that guy who will say sorry even if he doen't do eny thing wrong, always trying to be nice and easygoing so I can sleap at nght without any guilt, but reality give me a hard slap in the face, no in my enus to more accurate, because I feal so much wronged but I greted my teeth and try to compose myself for what is coming.

They get me in their police car handcuffed obviously, one of them open the siren and I was holly shit, this is it!! I'm one of those who not so guily ones in that will lives between all the so guilty ones in a closed community called jail.

When they put me in this dark room with so little light and leave me there for quite some times as a tichnic to maybe get me slip up and confess smoothly to my illegit crime or crimes, starting from peeping to my hot coworker and ending with being some kind of mafia lord…I mean I can understand all of this but hey, understand it is one thing, to be right somehow in anticipating the worse it show show vigilant you are in the same sense but reality is anotherwhole thing together.

Two guys without their cop uniform enter the room, one of them is a women in her mid-thirties and the other is another woman in her earlier middle age year, one slim and sexy but she try to hide it with her professionalism facade and the other female with a cop of some kind of liquid having that annoying vibe about I don't care about being feminine, with the its none of your business kind of look, funny enough the sexy one is that old hag and the other whatever her problem is, the young one comparing to her partner, who is definitely the boss for whatever reason it may be silly or not, I can just feel it in my guts.

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