There Are No Exits For You

Cassian

A little pinch to Mrs. Shitbag's neck will keep her asleep for a while. Mr. Shitbag, however, will not be getting off that easy. I bend down close to his sleeping form and whisper, "Boo." Vernon's eyes fly open, and I sock him in the face, knocking him out cold. I take the time to remove the antipsychotic from my pack before injecting the medication into his neck.

I have a long ass way to