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When the target arrived he was almost giddy with nervous anticipation, shuffling from one foot to the other. He didn’t even question Rodin, no doubt viewing him as the girl’s controller, or an intermediary of some sort. He already had the money in his hands.
Rodin had investigated the target well. All those he talked to mentioned this weakness for female flesh.
It was child’s play for Rodin to use the lance, the needle piercing his flabby neck, and a push of the button sending the d**g through his system. Rodin did what he could to ease the relaxed bulk onto the mat. He didn’t want to stain the floor with the man’s fluids.
He placed the bundle of cloth in the fat man’s mouth, using tape to seal it in place. Rodin wasn’t interested in what he had to say. He preferred to work in
