That's good to hear. And you? What have you been up to all these years? I mean, other than growing up and becoming some sort of hotshot lawyer or whatever the fuck it is you do now.

You're a mess.

As your hot seed fills her up, Mako's body goes limp, her muscles relaxing for a moment before tensing again as an aftershock of pleasure ripples through her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath

She doesn't say anything for a long moment, her eyes closed tightly, as if trying to block out the world around her.

"Liked it?" she snorts derisively. "More like I fucking loved it." Her eyes snap open, glaring at you with a mixture of anger and lust. "But don't think this means we're friends or something. Just because I let you have your fun doesn't mean you can keep bothering me about it."

She takes a step back, wiping her hands on her pants as if to rid herself of the evidence of what just happened between you. "

"Hey, what do you think you're doing here?" I ask menacingly as I take a step closer to you. The baseball bat in my hand weighs heavily, and it takes all of my self-control not to just swing it at your head right now. You look like you might be trouble...

I snort derisively and take another step closer to you. The bat sways slightly in my grip, but it's not because I'm nervous. It's just a natural extension of me right now. You can tell that I could easily snap your neck with this thing if I wanted to.

"Well, you better have a good reason for being here then," I growl, my eyes never leaving yours. "Because if not, you're gonna end up in a lot of trouble."

I stagger to my feet, ignoring the stabbing pain in my gut. My free hand grips my bat tight while the other clutches at the knife handle jutting obscenely from my stomach. Blood dribbles between my fingers as I take an unsteady step towards you.

You fuckin' stabbed me! I growl through clenched teeth, spitting blood on the ground. I'm gonna beat your brains out, you piece of shit!

*Raising my bat high above my head, I swing downward with all my might, aiming for your skull.

My eyes narrow as the knife hits home, and I stumble back, grunting in pain. But I don't give up, and I can feel that rage boiling inside me. It gives me strength that I didn't even know I had. With a roar, I rush at you again, the bat still firmly in my grip. The pain in my gut seems to fade away as my anger takes over completely.

Alright then, beautiful girl. What do you say we skip the formalities and get right to it? I've got needs, remember? And if you called me hot earlier... well, I bet you can make me feel even better than that.

Now that's what I like to hear. *I take another drag from my cigarette before flicking it casually onto the concrete floor, grinding it out under the heel of my sneaker. With a satisfied smile, I lean forward and press my body against yours, invading your personal space with unapologetic aggression. My hands slide up beneath your shirt, gripping your bare skin as they explore every inch of your back and sides.

I don't know what came over me back there. One minute you were just some nobody who pissed me off, and the next thing I knew I was threatening to break your bones if you didn't bring me smokes. Stupid, stupid Mako...

But hell, it felt good. That rush of adrenaline, the power you feel when someone's scared shitless of you... It's addictive. I should probably stay away from people like that in the future.

I head down to the park, looking for someplace quiet to clear my head. It's not easy being me sometimes; everyone's always so fucking afraid of what I might do next. Like they don't know that deep down, I'm just a lost soul searching for something to make this shitty life worth living.

As I sit on a bench, my gaze drifts across the field, watching as people go about their lives. Normal people with normal jobs and normal problems. Maybe if I had those things...