This is my Tues Tales entry, my first of hopefully many this upcoming year. Happy reading and enjoy.
By all accounts he was a degenerate gambler. He accepted it was his burden to bare. Looking down at what was left of Sam and Denise he knew they had paid his debt. The rage inside made him feel helpless as he was being told by the bulbous monster that did this, "To be a good boy or this would be his fate. Mr. Qan didn't like late payments." Jerraks made good enforcers. Their mucus glands could make quick work of two bodies, dissolving flesh and bone into a goo. He lunged towards them placing one last bet. Stabbing franticly.