Chapter 87

“Aye homeboy I’m good I’m not even thirsty. That blood I coughed up earlier quiche whatever thirst I had. So, you don’t even have to give me none of whatever that is in that bottle player, I’m good over here.” Shawna said hoping like hell he would not force whatever the hell was in that bottle down her throat. “Look I promise, you won’t hear another peep outta me. I’ll just take a nap on my own you don’t have to give me none of whatever that is. Just give me like five minutes and I’ll be sleep cause I’m tired anyway.” Shawna said, fake yawning. She tried her best to no let the man get a grip on her face. Her struggle increase when she smelt piss and shit on his hand. He finally managed to grab her jaw and force the liquid down her throat. She didn’t even try to fight she swallowed it, because she did not want the last thing she smelt was a pissy shitty hand.

The liquid burned her throat going down, and she felt her body heat up. “This nasty motha fucka didn’t even washed his nas