Gabe won't die right. His esteem uncle won't hire assassins to kill him in order to clean their f...

Gabe won't die right. His esteem uncle won't hire assassins to kill him in order to clean their family right, right?

He'll be safe in Boston! No violent crimes ever happen there!

Gabe walking to his hotel room at night after day 1
"ey where you think you're goin' china boy?"
"P-please, I'm just trying to get to my hotel..." pleaded the 30 year old SEA
the Bostonian, breath reeking of shellfish and cheap beer, pressed his hairy hands upon Gabe's shoulder
his drunken hands start sliding down Gabe's gelatinous body, stroking every inch of his folds
"y'know...I don't like you tourists very much...youse gotta show some respect..."
Gabe shivered with fear. He just wanted to see his oshi. With his family disowning him and being damn near penniless in a foreign country, he just wanted to run away
"so whats it gonna be pal...ya fat wallet or ya fat chinky ass..."
knowing he had nothing to offer, Gabe whimpered
"p-please...just don't hurt me...I don't have anything, okay?"
"oh you got somethin' alright...you got a lotta nerve walkin' ova 'ere carryin' dat wagon..."
the man's pale, union worker hands began gripping Gabe's cheeks, his arm wrapped around his neck, refusing to let him go
his breath was warm and moist against Gabe's face, and the scent was overwhelming
at that moment, Gabe could only think of his time in the prison showers, forced to relive his nightmares again
he wanted to run. But his fear petrified him, shackling him to the ground
the man moved his hand around towards Gabe's crotch, sliding down his sweatpants and pressed himself against his nether regions. His fingers were rough and full of callouses, and felt like sandpaper as they molested Gabe's balls
"y'know, we don't get many exotic dishes ova 'ere...and I've been dyin' for a taste..."