Ryan pinned Kylie against the wall, grinning as he bit down on her neck.
"W-What are you doing?" Kylie whimpered in shock.
"You don't have any power over me, little girl." the young man growled with power as he pinned her against the wall...
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Phill limped along the halls clutching the brown bag of sandwiches and brownies his new wife made for Ryan. His steps trudded heavily along the floor as he slowly ascended the steps. He made it up the first flight, then the second, then the... third?
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...." a young, feminine voice moaned.
Phill began climbing the tower faster once he realized it was Kylie moaning.
Flight 7.... Flight 8....
"Oh yeah, feel it baby." a guy's voice sighed in delight.
Phil began going even faster.
Flight 13... Flight 15....
"Who's my bitch?" the young man asked.
"I-I am....." Kylie moaned.
Flight 21... Flight 22-OOH-OOH-OOH!
Kylie was pinned against the wall by a buff man, 7ft tall, definitely older than the girl in question.
"Who's the bitch here?" the boy moaned.
"You are." Phill said as he whipped out his glock and shot the punk clean through the head.
"Unnnngh... w-what?" Kylie "innocently" asked.
"I could be asking the same thing, kiddo. Who was that guy? And where's Ryan?" Phill asked as he readied his pistol.
"Ummmm... uhhhhhhhh...." Kylie thought as she tried to come up with a lie.
Then Phill found Ryan's clothes on the floor... wet with cum.
"I knew it." Phill said as he shot Kylie in the face and sent her falling to the ground and hitting it with a messy SMACK.