Chapter56

#Chapter56

Pinching his nose, mouth and chin stained crimson as stray droplets still fell, Sam sneered. /"Well don't you think you're special. News flash, thirty-second wonder: you're a depressive, alcoholic asshole who is shit in the sack. Why do you think I had to go elsewhere to get laid? You just weren't up to the job/"

Ouch! As much as he hated to admit it, that one hurt. But Sam wasn't done.

/"The only reason I'm still giving you the time of day is because I still love you. Do you really think anybody else could ever care about you? You're pathetic and even a fucking virgin would laugh if he ever found himself under you./" Then, he used the finger he had been holding his nose with and jabbed it over his Stryker's shoulder once more. /"Don't even fool yourself into thinking he's any different. Letting you fill his hole gets him a roof over his head and a warm meal. That's all you are to him: security. It would be funny if it wasn't so damn pathetic./"