Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Stop?! STOP?! Cregg screamed, bending his knees, crouching right down in her face. You stupid - look what you - you fucking stabbed me! Don isn't gonna like it if we screw her up much more than this though man. More than this? How much more than this?! Cregg put a foot on her shoulder, shoving her with it. We don't wanna fuck her up too much, right?! Another shove with his foot, his right hand holding tight around his left bicep. He stopped a moment. Then he snarled. Then he spit a mouthful of saliva down at Christy's face. ...Right. Cregg just paced around a bit. You still wanna get laid, by the way? No answer. Just frustrated grunts, grumbled, and a kick to a halfway stall door. Go grab some stuff and get cleaned up then man. I'll bring her in when I'm done. Cregg kicked a different stall door in on his way out, still clutching his arm, walking past Brody. He didn't respond verbally, just left a bloody slick on the inside door handle when he opened it to step out, disappearing into the evening air. Brody's attention left its glance over his shoulder and turned back to the girl, back to Christy. Smirking, ...So, you ever give a bloody blowjob before? ...Me neither. Get one, I mean. And heh, shit sounds kinda weird, but ya gotta admit, right, it sounds different. He came to step over her, looking at her casually as she lay curled up on the floor. You wanted it to stop right? This is how it stops. Get up on your knees already dumbass. - - - - ...Seeee? We're gonna have a good time. Tommy's hands lowered. The knife was still at his side. He watched her undo and open her blouse, he watched Tamara expose her generous bra-covered breasts, the white cotton mounds being thrust this way and that as her upper body worked out of her top. She gives up a few holes, we let her go...a little kissing on the mouth, and who's to say we can't all be Facebook friends? He winked to the girl, grinning from ear to ear. That's when the phone rang. Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, Mike quickly shot forward, eyes on the girl. He leaned over to snatch the knife from Tom's hand as he passed his friend by, then came right to Tamara, arm, blade extended. You don't touch that. A step closer. It was an inch from her throat now. You don't fuckin' touch it. Until it stopped ringing. He stared into her eyes. The knife was slid into his back pocket. You wanna do a monkey, he said, looking Tamara in the eyes, speaking to Tommy, that's on you man. His hand reached into her pockets, going through three of them until he found her phone, his touch smoothing the front and back of her legs as a result with only her thin pants between them. These tats I got - they say I'm not into that shit. And right in front of her he opened her phone, hyperextending it, snapping it into halves. The device was tossed to the side, joining the rest of the junk littered about the floor. Mike went to stand over to the side, crossing his arms. ...Okay, Tom just said, raising his brows briefly, then simply looking to Tamara. His expression softened again, though remained sly, remained slick. Just you 'n me then I guess. Unlike the others he had a more regular appearance short, unkempt black hair kept under a ballcap, face looking like he was Italian mixed with something else, clean shaven as of a few days ago, typical t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. A few arm tattoos were all that could really peg him as a delinquent - one, if one was observant, matching the same symbol others had tattooed on their arms and on the backs of their jackets. So how 'bout a little shake with that? ...C'mon, you're not too nervous for a little striptease, are you? Let's have some fun! - - - - Shanti's personal introduction to Hell had seen her be knocked unconscious practically instantly, so the brief, but unforgiving beating she'd received would probably have to be remembered in bits, coming back to her in the order of whichever way she moved first. Following that the trio had literally taken the Indian girl by her long black hair and dragged her caveman-style across the park, a good couple hundred feet back to the building where they all generally hung out. Once there the unconscious girl had been brought to a back room where she was stripped completely nude, panties, bra, everything, even a fucking hairband if she'd been wearing one, where two of the three men had lifted her up, one at each side, and the third tied her arms up above her head with a cloth, tying her wrists around some exposed plumbing pipe. She was let to dangle maybe six inches and change from the floor. The one that had tied her, standing on a stool, got off long enough to grab a nearby beer bottle. It was mostly full, but more likely with piss and cigarette butts than actual old beer - not like they were gonna waste that. With a mutual snicker between the men he poured it over the naked teenager's head, uptipping the bottle until it all was out. Wakey wakey. He stepped down off the stool, then kicked it aside.