Hit the scumbag
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Your hand strikes out like the swipe of a cat's paw. Before you even register that you've hurt him, he reels back with a yelp. You've scratched his face, leaving a very nasty set of cuts across his face, narrowly missing his eye. The whole car falls silent as they wait for the man's reaction. | Your hand strikes out like the swipe of a cat's paw. Before you even register that you've hurt him, he reels back with a yelp. You've scratched his face, leaving a very nasty set of cuts across his face, narrowly missing his eye. The whole car falls silent as they wait for the man's reaction. | ||
| - | He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time until you are a curled up into a ball, taking blow after blow. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat. "No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there." | + | He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time until you are a curled up into a ball, taking blow after blow. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat. |
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| + | "No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there." | ||
You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body. | You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body. | ||
Current revision as of 20:31, 19 October 2017
Your hand strikes out like the swipe of a cat's paw. Before you even register that you've hurt him, he reels back with a yelp. You've scratched his face, leaving a very nasty set of cuts across his face, narrowly missing his eye. The whole car falls silent as they wait for the man's reaction.
He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time until you are a curled up into a ball, taking blow after blow. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat.
"No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there."
You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body.
| Status | ||
| Health | Unconcious | Condition:
Battered and bruised |
| Mental State | Unconscious | |
| Day | 0 | |
