The Alpha Hates Me
Ana looked at me and rambled on.
"Le...let go of me," the man croaked out between choking. "I can't breathe."
"Well, what do you expect when my throat was sliced with a silver-coated knife. And did you just call my penis an eggplant? What are you, nine years old?"
"Save it, pretty boy. How about thanking me instead. Just saved you from those buttholes over there!" Ana said, pointing at the unconscious men.
I couldn't help but crack a smile. "Thank you, my wife." Then, I turn my attention back to the masked man. "Now to see who you really are," I announced in a true scooby doo manner, then grabbed the mask.
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