She felt their come dripping from herass and cunt down her thighs, and clenched themtogether to hide this shame. When would this tortureend, she thoug...ht?“No!” she tried to scream through her gag as she sawthem pull their belts from the pants lying on theground, but only a muffled moan came out. A loud“THWACK” split the air and she screamed in pain as abelt landed squarely against her midriff, jerking heroff balance. As she struggled to take the weight offher wrists a. It was sloppy, not locking the door behind him. Sloppiness wasn’t allowed. It could get him killed. Worse, it could get him caught. She wasn’t his first, he had practiced his trade, honed it to a fine edge that was just as sharp as the knife. He had gotten good at picking and choosing among the ranks of the sacrificial. He knew the ones that wouldn’t be missed quickly, the ones that were the easiest to pluck out of the horde and make his own. It was easy. A gentle smile. A questioning look. A. "Okay, how much?" Well, this is a rare concoction. Shall we say, thirty-five dollars? That's as low as I can go."I did some quick math. That would leave me with about forty bucks. More than enough to take a date to the movies Saturday. I carefully counted out some fives."An excellent choice, James. Now, let me explain. This is not a time sensitive thing. You could drink it now, or a week from now, or years from now and it would still have the same result. The next person you have sex with. Lead them north and I'll see how those poltroons like being hunted." You can't do this Jason! We aren't murderers, like them! If they kill you, I'll have no one left!" Jason could see and hear his sister's pain. He sat his hands gently on her shoulders and looked into Gwen's eyes."If we run, they will follow. If we hide, they will find us." Jason spoke as calmly as he could. "We have to make a stand now, or we will probably be dead by sunrise." Jason hugged his sister. He felt the resistance.