Re: Auction Room-Bruce Robertson
Of course they probably had told him, but it wasn't like him to bleeding listen, not when he'd been to busy cursing them and whatever fucking hellhole they'd come from. "That is fucking shite!"he started, fingers curling up into fists at the very thought. It might have been like his flat back in Scotland but it was bloody his!
"Listen here, mate, you go back to whoever you fucking work for and you tell him..her, whoever the bleeding hell it is, that I'm not some fucking animal they can just fucking buy and sell."he snapped, rolling his shoulders slightly as he tensed. He was having none of this bollocks, not even going along fucking quietly like the other fucking poofs they brought in.