Slater felt them lifting him up out of the hot, stinking trunk his body was racked with pain. He felt the cold night wrap around his sweaty skin chilling him to the bone. The two strangers stood him up, but his legs had fallen asleep hours ago so Slater dropped like a sack of potatoes to the hard dirty ground. He had no idea where he was but he had an uneasy sinking feeling he would never see home again.
"Little bastard can't even stand on his own two feet." Mr.Pruce laughed as he kicked the bound helpless man in the stomach.
Slater felt the short sharp kick and he moaned as the woman with short black hair stood over him a look of sheer disgust and anger on her face. He had never met her, or the two men standing beside her but he knew whoever they were they would not let him get out of, wherever, here was alive.
"Now what did you have in mind my dear, what would you like us to do to him?" Hays asked as Mr.Pruce glared down at their victim.
"Well, now boys, I was wanting to hurt him and kill him, but how can we do that without spilling any of his blood?"
"What does it matter?" Hays asked as Mr.Pruce gave her an odd look.
"Blood is disgusting! And besides these jeans cost $700.00." she replied.
"My Christ! Seven Hundred for a pair of blue jeans, I mean these are fabulous, but how does a pair jeans get to cost that much?" Mr.Pruce asked dumbfounded.
"Well, first they are designed in Italy, then the fabric is cut in Taiwan then shipped to China to be assembled, then sent to India to be embroidered, then sent back to Italy for labels and buttons so there you are, a very expensive pair of well traveled pants."
"Christ I haven't even been to India." Mr.Pruce commented.
"Do you want to go India?" Serena asked.
"Hello, don't mean to interrupt but we have someone to kill." Hays spoke loudly "I'd like to be home before midnight."
"Yeah, sorry." Mr.Pruce said "Yeah, so we can fuck him up without spilling his blood.., but it won't be as much fun." He answered staring down at Leah's boyfriend.
"Okay, kick him in the stomach again I want to get a picture." Serena smiled aiming the camera close up to their frightened, doomed victim. Kick. Click. Flash.
"Little bastard can't even stand on his own two feet." Mr.Pruce laughed as he kicked the bound helpless man in the stomach.
Slater felt the short sharp kick and he moaned as the woman with short black hair stood over him a look of sheer disgust and anger on her face. He had never met her, or the two men standing beside her but he knew whoever they were they would not let him get out of, wherever, here was alive.
"Now what did you have in mind my dear, what would you like us to do to him?" Hays asked as Mr.Pruce glared down at their victim.
"Well, now boys, I was wanting to hurt him and kill him, but how can we do that without spilling any of his blood?"
"What does it matter?" Hays asked as Mr.Pruce gave her an odd look.
"Blood is disgusting! And besides these jeans cost $700.00." she replied.
"My Christ! Seven Hundred for a pair of blue jeans, I mean these are fabulous, but how does a pair jeans get to cost that much?" Mr.Pruce asked dumbfounded.
"Well, first they are designed in Italy, then the fabric is cut in Taiwan then shipped to China to be assembled, then sent to India to be embroidered, then sent back to Italy for labels and buttons so there you are, a very expensive pair of well traveled pants."
"Christ I haven't even been to India." Mr.Pruce commented.
"Do you want to go India?" Serena asked.
"Hello, don't mean to interrupt but we have someone to kill." Hays spoke loudly "I'd like to be home before midnight."
"Yeah, sorry." Mr.Pruce said "Yeah, so we can fuck him up without spilling his blood.., but it won't be as much fun." He answered staring down at Leah's boyfriend.
"Okay, kick him in the stomach again I want to get a picture." Serena smiled aiming the camera close up to their frightened, doomed victim. Kick. Click. Flash.
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