I unsheathed my sword and put it to the man’s throat. “Give me the money, bitch,” I said in a calm, yet harsh tone. He struggled for words. He muttered something which I could not comprehend.
“What’s that?” I inquired.
“f*ck you.” He said.
I chuckled. Keeping the blade of my sword pressed to his throat, I took off his belt, and threw its contents on the street. I placed the cold steel of the Handcuffs into my back pocket. I could see him eyeing his pistol.
He had a puzzled look on his face. I merely smirked. I took the belt off and unbuttoned his pants, which dropped to his feet. He was worried. Mighty. I took the belt and gave him a few playful whips to his bush-like legs. The fearful expression on his face slowly transformed to an expression of excitement.
I saw something rise in his boxer-briefs. “The f*ck?” I said. I sunk the blade of my sword deeper into his skin, just refraining from making a cut. The little bitch thought we were about to get it on. I would have none of that. I slowly moved my free hand up his leg in a seducing manner, to which he began to giggle. A swift knee to his chest and I pulled my sword out from his throat; the blood gushed everywhere.
He was flabbergasted. I found his wallet and looked up his address. No doubt, that’s where the money was. One last kick in the jaw and I was cruising away in my MG RV8.
I busted the door open. It was empty. It was dark. It was silent. I found the motherfucking safe in no time, only to find it empty.
“f*ck,” I screamed in rage, “They’ve beaten me to it.”
I took out my matches and had a smoke in the man’s tub. I finished up and got out of that hell-hole. The engine of my MG RV8 roared. I put it into 1st and floored the son of a bitch. Out of my rear view mirror I could see the flames shimmering. Just as I hit 5th, I heard an explosion and the object in my mirror multiplied.
That was the day I set fire to the Earth,
ECX
