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Moans bounced off the walls of the building, echoing into the fridge. Inside, the decapitated yet still alive head of the enemy team’s Spy, shivered. His red, tired eyes twitched and his jaw gritted enough to shatter bone white teeth. His thoughts swirled with begs and pleads from the false medical doctor to just kill him already , wherever the woman was. He screamed internally, each growing louder and more crass.
Squinting his eyes shut, he sucked in a deep, cold breath. He thought to himself, maybe he was close to being done. He wouldn’t have to hear her anymore. Though, his mind would drift from begs. Wondering what she was doing right now.
What was making her so damn loud? Flashes of pornographic imagery filled his mind, of the RED team’s female bat-basher’s figure. Was she bent over, getting fucked hard to a creampie? Judging from the sounds, she must be masturbating but to what? Quickly, the head snapped out of the thoughts, shuddering and recalling to himself the ethics.