You had no idea this could happen; for fuck' sake, you picked this job because you thought it would be safe!
You desperately plead, "Please, I don't want to die. If you choose someone on the menu, I'll do anything you want that doesn't see me dead. Please...I'm begging you."
The customer considers you, the tears streaming down your face, ponders for a moment, then makes his decision.
A mischievous grin stretches across his handsome features.
"Blow me," he tells you, and your heart sinks as he clarifies.
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