[his hands are currently too bruised to type properly, and his breathing ragged. either he's finished having sex or killing someone.]
Cute, real cute. I hope you do, I hope you find somethin' of mine on that sonofabitch so you can send me off properly. Don't you want me to have a taste of you left on my mouth before I'm put away?
[he spits on the ground, sniffs like a man too hopped up on coke.]
You don't get to know 'til I want you to. Funny how this works, isn't it? No more pipeline to my insides, so don't get too attached now. Stay the fuck out of my business unless you want me in yours.
voice message.
Cute, real cute. I hope you do, I hope you find somethin' of mine on that sonofabitch so you can send me off properly. Don't you want me to have a taste of you left on my mouth before I'm put away?
voice
What did you do?
no subject
You don't get to know 'til I want you to. Funny how this works, isn't it? No more pipeline to my insides, so don't get too attached now. Stay the fuck out of my business unless you want me in yours.
[the connection ends.]