Chapter 3.2

The jump of Sam ended in an unexpected way. When he opened his eyes, he was fapping in a toilet that stunk like a dump site. Just before coming, he stopped. He paused the porn and turned his phone off.

"What the fuck was I doing? Damn, I'm not getting anywhere if I do this, that to in this stinking place." He arranged his clothes and washed his hands using jet spray. He flushed the toilet and then opened the door.

Outside the toilet, 6 people were smoking vigorously. All of them had tattoos all over their body and were skinny bones. He looked himself in the mirror. He was no different from them.

"Damn, I gotta change. This is not good. I'm a drug addict who faps in a fucking toilet." One of the smokers approached him and said, "How was the experience? Didn't I tell ya it'll give you a ride of heaven. Now, give me my phone."

"As if I will, motherfucker."

He grabbed Sam's collar and said with a red glare, "What'd you say!!? Try and repeat it, bitch."

Sam didn't stand this. He grabbed the smoker's cigarette and pressed on the smoker's eye.

"Ahh!! Guys! GOBBLE HIM UP!!" Sam tactfully dodged their punches and kicks. The weak body didn't work with him at all. It burned. The loose muscle couldn't stand the tension. He was overwhelmed with pain.

He knocked everyone out with just tactics. He just didn't have enough strength to wreak them without any thought. He took every chance to strick their necks and balls. Even so, he ran out of strength. But, he knew it wasn't the end. He ran out of the toilet and collapsed in the middle of the corridor.