Colin said those words as he went to the front door with those keys. Amy stood there in disbelief at his actions. Sure it was "Survival of the Fittest" in bimbo territory, but this was just sick!
The fat guy walked up to the door and readied they key, stopping to peer into the windows. It was too dark to see anything in the house, except for the silhouettes of funiture. He knew that the old lady had to have gone into the road for a reason, but Colin wasn't about to pass up some shelter and a shower.
He turned the key and stepped inside. The place was ancient and musky smelling, like opening up a long forgotten tomb. Colin gazed around at the plastic wrapped funiture looking for a light switch, when he heard something moving around upstairs.
Readying his revolver, the chunky gamer slowly walked up the stairs noticing a strange drip coming from a crack in the ceiling. It was deep white, and it looked slimy. Colin prepared from the worst as he went up to the second floor. He past a shelf with old black and white photos, went around a corner, and im front of an old oak door. Past that door was the room where the ceiling was leaking.
Colin raised his gun and kicked the door open, revealing a nude bimbo tied up to a bed. He paused at the sight of her bare clit oozing onto the floor and through the crack. Colin sniffed, and was taken aback. This was where that musky smell was coming from.
He was afraid to shoot because this might not be the only bimbo here. And know he understood why the old lady went into the road. He could hear thumping and banging downstairs as someone stepped inside.
He broke out in a sweat as a gun was cocked downstairs. Was it Amy? Or was it somebody else? If Colin killed the bimbo, their attention might be drawn to him. If he doesn't, the bimbo might break free.
He chose to...