Warning: This **work of fiction** features dark themes, death, and violent non-consensual sex. Mods, please let me know if there’s another subreddit appropriate for this.
Length: 4,300 words
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The warehouse smelled like fish. I fucking *hated* fish. “Christ, Marko. Couldn’t you find a place that didn’t stink?” My voice echoed loudly, bouncing off of the bare walls and floor.
Marko didn’t even look at me, just kept on sucking on his cig. He looked out of place in the middle of the run down space, with his fancy three piece suit bulging to contain his fat rolls. He liked to think of himself as a modern Don Carleone, but I always thought he looked more like the Polish cousin of Al Capone.
“I don’t even know why you had to have me here. I’m your accountant, for fuck’s sake. I handle your money, but I’m absolutely not interested in seeing how you make it. And you know I have to take that call in an hour. I should be in the office. God fucking dammit, I think I just stepped on rat shit.”