My hands are raw and every muscle aches.
How do they expect me to work like this? This is slave labor at best.
I use to enjoy doing this, back when I was much younger and more angry.
Oh well, it's the only skill I possess and it pays the bills and then some.
I don't have a wife anymore, or any kids. Sometimes I wish I did, but I would end up coming home and unable to unwind, probably dead of a heart attack already because of her bitching all the time.
I wish this was still fun for me, but now it's just-- exhausting.
"No! Please!" He screamed,
"Shhh.. I need some quiet time," I said, gagging his mouth.
I turn around and face my table of tools. I think I'll go with the chainsaw this time. The vibrations and violent shaking of the bodies usually arouses me.
He's my last client, then I can go home, hire a wore and deal with myself. Release a bit of this exhaustion.
