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Your Every Day Writing - Holes of Stillwater part 24
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2026/08/27
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“Oh! Look who is failing once again. I wonder how you survived in the undercity with a hero complex. It won’t last long anymore though!” She pointed her gun to his head. “You never beaten me before, even when I promised you a reward. What makes you think you have a chance this time?” She asked with a smirk, and Ekko responded with his own. “I trained since last time. You won’t leave this bridge alive unfortunately.”
Jinx began shooting. One, two, three bullets. Before they even left the barrel, Ekko remembered his bouts with the young Powder. At the time she only used paintball, and not once did he reach her without getting touched. But with hindsight, he can now figure out that Powder fired with a specific pattern, and Jinx too. Relying on his analyses and muscle memory, Ekko dodge all the bullets one after the other. To finally reach Jinx. She quickly understood what happened, but not fast enough to correct her shots. Ekko was too close, she couldn’t do anything with her gun anymore, jumping back would be useless. She had to come up with another idea and take risks. She did not care enough to dodge his next attack.
Now that he reached her, Ekko seized their usual bet, that he could never claim before. He smashed Jinx’s face with his trusty metal pipe. The steel connected with the center of her head, crushing her nose. A split second earlier she started her own blow, sending a fist to his stomach, using her gun as brass knuckles. He could see her wicked smile under his weapon. The pain made him wince but he attacked again, Jinx had no mean to defend herself so he smashed her face again, he felt her jaw shatter under the impact. She rushed on him but he struck again, this time into her mouth. She swallowed a handful of her own teeth. Ekko used this moment to jump on her.
He landed on the ground on top of her, pining her throat. She aimed her gun toward him once again, but he responded by hitting the gun, it turned around twisting two fingers on its way. He proceeded to destroy her hand, he beat it up until every joint bent the wrong way and the blood covered her flesh. “Time to claim the second part of my prize.” He pulled Jinx’s pants down and took his large cock out. He had never been able to get Powder’s ass and pussy, but he would settle for Jinx’s. He rammed his cock inside her hole. With each thrust he struck down his pipe. He smashed her temples, destroyed her forehead shattered what was left of her jaw and chin. Jinx’s face was now a mangled mess, flesh blood and bones piled on each other, she was well beyond recovery. He won, he killed Silco’s dog. He wouldn’t stop though, he kept destroying her and enjoying her hole. Little did he know, Jinx did not consider this fight done, she was still alive and he did everything according to her plan.
She did not give a shit about pain or her face, she could let Ekko have his fun for as long as he wanted. Despite the horrible pain surging through her whole being and torturing her very core, she just waited. Eventually, Ekko caught a glance of her eye, still alive. This made him think of Powder and the time they shared together as kids, the situation made him cum deep inside her pussy. This was the moment she waited for. A single second of inattention. In her remaining hand, the one she hid, the one she made him forget by forcing him to destroy the other one, she held a grenade, that she unpinned.
Ready to smash the eye he spotted, Ekko barely noticed the grenade. Jinx took the most damage but he took a large amount too. The explosion broke a few ribs and blew him off the bridge. Leaving Jinx alone, to agonise, beaten and burned, on the bridge.
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