"I don’t want to kill you god damn it but I will! I promised my self I would stop you!" I pulled my knife out and drove it into her throat. "Silly b...y." she grabbed my hands and crushed the left one. I jumped off her and charged her punching her kicking her but it was no good. I got slammed into a wall and I started seeing black. She had broken most of my fingers and one arm. "NOW!" I heard someone say and my whole team rushed her and contained her. "Get off me god damn filth!" I walked over to. ” “I didn't think that you would be into that sort of thing.” “OK. I'm going to tell you something about Peter and me, which would land me in gaol if it was repeated to the police. You're my brother and so I assume that I can trust you?” “Of course sis. What can be so serious?”“My bastard of a husband abandoned Peter and me for a younger woman when Peter was only 10 years.” “Yeah. I remember.” “What you don't know is that from that first night I asked Peter to sleep in my bed. At first it was. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the bag holding my stale piss. My jock and shorts were soaked; a small puddle had formed under me on the mall stone floor. The guard stepped back, his nose scrunched up in disgust. “All right, you come with me, son,” he ordered, taking my arm and pulling me towards the mall security offices.As I was escorted away by the guard, I saw Piss-Master grab cock-master by the collar of his shirt and pull him toward one of. Including, most likely, facial recognition. A deep jagged scar marred Karissa’s beauty, from just below her right eye to her chin. She shaved her head and wore a wig of dirty blonde hair, the best she could find that would look the most natural. Her distinctive green eyes became brown, as did her brother’s. The most difficult to handle was the foam rubber within their mouths that broadened their faces’ shape. They had to practice speaking with it in. Karis wore glasses tinted amber, and applied.