Eight: Devil, or deep blue sea?

"Um, you're nuts?" Lauretta broke the silence. I wanted to signal to her that we needed to run, but she didn't seem like she was gonna listen. She always acted like some kind of psycho. 

I laughed anxiously, grabbed her wrist, then moved backwards a little. "Oh, dude. It seems like you're mistaking us for someone else. Maybe you should go and—"

"Nope," he insisted. "I'm not. I know you. And yeah, I want you guys to satisfy me. If you don't do that, I'll—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Lauretta cut him off. I quivered, but she only seemed bold. This wasn't the time for her to be bold. This guy was freaking huge! To kill it all, the place was damn silent. What if he… attacked us or something?

"Yo, baby!" He lowered his brows into a frown, straightening his shoulder. Shit, this guy could kill us. He just looked like… a wrestler. Aha! Just like Roman Reigns. The same body shape and a

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