Sket Page #3
I wanna kill him.
You know,
she won't help you kill him.
'Cause
she's his sket.
Things change, Daze.
He killed me sister.
She won't help you.
Nah! I won't help you.
Well, this has been really nice.
Yeah, well, listen,
I know a place
where you can get him alone.
They're pushing the last of the sniff,
having a massive rave tomorrow night.
It's your only chance of getting in.
And her best chance
of getting gangfucked.
Or that.
But they won't hesitate
because they know what you look like.
Do you see your little body?
It won't take long to f***ing hide it.
You put them in his drink.
It'll knock him out.
Finish it.
What will you do after?
Hide here.
Small, you know.
You can walk around it.
Everywhere is just shoved together.
You know what happens
when you put two tigers in a cage?
They kill each other.
Open your mouth.
Oi, get dressed.
We'll go and get you some garms.
You're not going to roll in there
tonight if you look like you usually do.
Don't look so scared.
We're going.
Split it into hundreds.
Finish this, and go make sure
no one is causing trouble.
Help me!
Get the f*** off her!
You get out of here right now, yeah?
Or I'll get bare men up here
to violate you.
Been there.
Daze?
We're going.
Ah, hold on.
These all your girls, yeah?
You miss me, babe?
Daze! What's going on?
Such a shame you didn't commit,
you know.
Being raped by You
is not commitment.
You know you loved it.
What's he talking about?
No one ain't gonna want you now.
You f***ing...
F***!
You want to f*** me!
You want to f***ing try again, do ya?
You lot, you know how many
girls she ghosted? Huh?
Go on, tell them.
- Tell them how many girls you shanked.
- You f***ing made me!
You f***ing made me!
You f***ing made me!
Why didn't you tell me?
What difference
would it have made?
A lot of difference, Danielle!
Fourteen years old.
His neck.
He killed your sister.
Call the f***ing ambulance!
- Hey.
- Hey.
What've you got on you?
- Sniff?
- Cash.
About two ton.
- What you need it for?
- Nothing.
Just some stuff I gotta sort out.
Eh, do you want me to come?
Because he's my boy.
And it's safe.
This is all your fault.
She never would have went there.
She was always going to end up there.
It is my fault.
It should have been me who killed him.
Ever since me mam died I...
I've got no one.
Yeah.
That's why I need Danielle.
What else could you do?
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