Thread: (Dead)

Re The Gang closed Mark Creasy drove up to the old building, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was tall and thin, yet muscular with blonde short hair, his bangs spikey. His eyes were a grayish-blue reflecting his apathetic attitude and he had a shadow of stubble on his chin. He had just come from a meeting with another gang that he was working with, selling illegal contraband on the streets. He languidly got out of his car, slamming the door shut and looking around to make sure no one was nearby. He had several members of the local police and goverment officials in his pocket, but it wasn't the whole precinct. All it took was one good cop to bust their operation wide open. He'd get away free of course, but he'd lose all his men to the justice of law. Taking one last drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the night air he walked towards the old shack. ----------------------- Keith slammed his fist on the nearby table, his palm cracking loudly on the wood. Insolent bitch! didn't she see that he was the only thing standing between her and more pain? He surged forward and grabbed her face roughly with one hand forcing her to look at him. Do you want to get raped? he said fiercely at her, grimacing angrily. Huh? I think you do, little whore! As he held onto her face with one hand he shoved the other under her skirt and groped her to illustrate his point. I am your only chance to get out of this, he said whispering hatefully in her ear. Death will be a long time coming if you keep this shit up! It was just at that moment when he thought he had her right where he wanted her and Creasy walked through the door to the room. The tall man was clad in black from head to toe, with black boots and a black leather jacket completing his outfit. What's going on here? Creasy asked in his deep gravelly voice. The way he looked at Keith and his posture said he expected answers and wouldn't tolerate bullshit. Keith stood up from where he was bent over looking at the girl, letting go of her face and coming over to the other man. This is the witness, boss, Keith said to him, in a confidential whisper. The one I told you about. We've just started questioning her and she has decided to make things difficult. Ever since Keith had stood up and let go of her face, Creasy had been staring at her. Without Keith in the way and the way he'd been squashing her face with his hand, Creasy could now see her more clearly and she was beautiful. He wanted her. As Keith spoke he was only half listening, as he continued to stare at her, thinking and planning to himself. When he didn't respond, Keith assumed Creasy wanted him to move on to something else. So he made a small wave of his hand and nod of his head to the other men in the room and they started towards the girl. He would let them have their way with her for a bit, while he and Creasy discussed business and then he'd come back and continue the interrogation later. Maybe even get some sex with her himself. Creasy only noticed the other men when he saw one of them grab the girl and started to grope her roughly. She struggled and the man slapped her hard across the face making her cry out. Creasy immediately stepped forward. Enough! he said as he shoved Keith aside and stepped towards the girl and the other man. The man hesitated, still grasping one of her shoulders in a vice grip, until Creasy looked at him, his eyes filled with a dangerous light. Then the man let go of her and stepped away slowly, somewhat begrudging of being halted in his opportunity for pussy. Creasy nodded as the man backed off and then looked down at the girl. I'll handle this, he whispered, giving her a cold smile.