Chapter 37
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Brutus "Showtime" sounded and Sam started moving. The women were screaming as usual, only Li was swinging slowly with her upper body from left to right. Sam grabbed her cold hand and pulled her into a free niche. They made slow progress as the well-to-do Li followed her with unsteady shuffling strides.
Sam swore and pushed Li against the wall. "If you want to survive, do what I tell you." she hissed at her. Li's eyes were clouded, Sam had no idea if she had got to her. Sam whirled around. A group of 10 men came slowly towards them. Sam strolled calmly towards them.
A tall Mexican with greasy, long hair drove on. "What shoud that?"
Sam looked at him with an icy look. Without approach, Sam took out and hit him hard against his front teeth. She felt his teeth peel the skin from her ankles. Satisfied, she heard a loud crack, at least one tooth had left his jaw. The Mexican gave a painful grunt. Blood seeped through his mouthed fingers.
"Out of action - first? Sam thought and spoke to the remaining men. "This is going according to my rules."
Most men remained uncertain, knowing that Sam was protected under Brutus. Two squat Puerto Ricans laughed at Sam. "What do you think slut to be able to do against all of us?"
Sam grinned and kicked the eloquent speaker against the neck, he rattled, he collapsed. She looked at his partner. "You," she looked at the rest of the group and selected another man "and you. The rest is waiting."
Sam turned to Li and pulled her on the upper arm to the two men. Under Sam's instructions, they fell on Li. More and more constellations she put together for Li, who had stopped yelling and whimpering.
Sam disgusted himself. With grim determination, she continued until none of the men were left. Finally, she pulled Li up by her hair and brutally slammed her tongue into her mouth. Then she pushed Li back to the floor. She lay in a crooked pose, whimpering.
Sam saw Lapuente and Brutus step through the door. Her heart pounded, hopefully the pig had bitten.
The prison director approached loudly. His usually pale cheeks were covered with a rosy hue, his eyes glittered. "Bravo, bravo ..."
Sam put his head back and shook her hair.
The director walked slowly around Sam and the still whimpering Li. What do you mean, for some nice perks ... would you be ready to come to my office with your slave tomorrow night? "
"I fuck the perks, I want to get out of here."
The director rubbed his chin. "Hm, hm, but you have to provide me with a unique movie template."
As fast as lightning, Sam pulled Brutus' baton off his hip. She slid him obscenely through her closed fist. "What do you mean, what could I do with this thing and the little one?" she whispered to Lapuente.
Sam saw beads of sweat glisten on his forehead before Brutus pulled her head back painfully by the hair. He stripped her of the baton and pressed it against Sam's throat.
"Shit, he could have done it less brutally." Sam thought.
"Wait, wait ..." The director gestured in Brutu's direction. "Bring them to my office tomorrow."
Brutus let go of Sam, who coughed back in front of him, coughing and spitting. The director left. Her plan was successful.
Sam opened his eyes. With tears, she mercifully guessed only vague outlines. Sam blinked away the tears. She moaned, the monstrosities that lay before her paralyzed her body and mind.
Again the malicious giggling. Then the commanding voice whispered to her, "You need information to get out of here alive."
"I'm crazy." With trembling fingers she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Only a madman has a chance to finish this madman." Grimly, Sam pressed his lips together, forcing himself to look and understand what Summersby's note meant "My collected works."
In one photo, Danielle's naked body was set on a white mass and Summersby held a lid of the same rigid mass into the camera. Sam could see the body print clearly. Danielle's body showed traces of white matter. Probably plaster. Summersby had made a plaster cast of Danielle. Sam guessed that the girl had not lived at this time.
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Brutus "Showtime" sounded and Sam started moving. The women were screaming as usual, only Li was swinging slowly with her upper body from left to right. Sam grabbed her cold hand and pulled her into a free niche. They made slow progress as the well-to-do Li followed her with unsteady shuffling strides.
Sam swore and pushed Li against the wall. "If you want to survive, do what I tell you." she hissed at her. Li's eyes were clouded, Sam had no idea if she had got to her. Sam whirled around. A group of 10 men came slowly towards them. Sam strolled calmly towards them.
A tall Mexican with greasy, long hair drove on. "What shoud that?"
Sam looked at him with an icy look. Without approach, Sam took out and hit him hard against his front teeth. She felt his teeth peel the skin from her ankles. Satisfied, she heard a loud crack, at least one tooth had left his jaw. The Mexican gave a painful grunt. Blood seeped through his mouthed fingers.
"Out of action - first? Sam thought and spoke to the remaining men. "This is going according to my rules."
Most men remained uncertain, knowing that Sam was protected under Brutus. Two squat Puerto Ricans laughed at Sam. "What do you think slut to be able to do against all of us?"
Sam grinned and kicked the eloquent speaker against the neck, he rattled, he collapsed. She looked at his partner. "You," she looked at the rest of the group and selected another man "and you. The rest is waiting."
Sam turned to Li and pulled her on the upper arm to the two men. Under Sam's instructions, they fell on Li. More and more constellations she put together for Li, who had stopped yelling and whimpering.
Sam disgusted himself. With grim determination, she continued until none of the men were left. Finally, she pulled Li up by her hair and brutally slammed her tongue into her mouth. Then she pushed Li back to the floor. She lay in a crooked pose, whimpering.
Sam saw Lapuente and Brutus step through the door. Her heart pounded, hopefully the pig had bitten.
The prison director approached loudly. His usually pale cheeks were covered with a rosy hue, his eyes glittered. "Bravo, bravo ..."
Sam put his head back and shook her hair.
The director walked slowly around Sam and the still whimpering Li. What do you mean, for some nice perks ... would you be ready to come to my office with your slave tomorrow night? "
"I fuck the perks, I want to get out of here."
The director rubbed his chin. "Hm, hm, but you have to provide me with a unique movie template."
As fast as lightning, Sam pulled Brutus' baton off his hip. She slid him obscenely through her closed fist. "What do you mean, what could I do with this thing and the little one?" she whispered to Lapuente.
Sam saw beads of sweat glisten on his forehead before Brutus pulled her head back painfully by the hair. He stripped her of the baton and pressed it against Sam's throat.
"Shit, he could have done it less brutally." Sam thought.
"Wait, wait ..." The director gestured in Brutu's direction. "Bring them to my office tomorrow."
Brutus let go of Sam, who coughed back in front of him, coughing and spitting. The director left. Her plan was successful.
Sam opened his eyes. With tears, she mercifully guessed only vague outlines. Sam blinked away the tears. She moaned, the monstrosities that lay before her paralyzed her body and mind.
Again the malicious giggling. Then the commanding voice whispered to her, "You need information to get out of here alive."
"I'm crazy." With trembling fingers she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Only a madman has a chance to finish this madman." Grimly, Sam pressed his lips together, forcing himself to look and understand what Summersby's note meant "My collected works."
In one photo, Danielle's naked body was set on a white mass and Summersby held a lid of the same rigid mass into the camera. Sam could see the body print clearly. Danielle's body showed traces of white matter. Probably plaster. Summersby had made a plaster cast of Danielle. Sam guessed that the girl had not lived at this time.
Brutus "Showtime" sounded and Sam started moving. The women were screaming as usual, only Li was swinging slowly with her upper body from left to right. Sam grabbed her cold hand and pulled her into a free niche. They made slow progress as the well-to-do Li followed her with unsteady shuffling strides.Sam swore and pushed Li against the wall. "If you want to survive, do what I tell you." she hissed at her. Li's eyes were clouded, Sam had no idea if she had got to her. Sam whirled around. A group of 10 men came slowly towards them. Sam strolled calmly towards them.A tall Mexican with greasy, long hair drove on. "What shoud that?"Sam looked at him with an icy look. Without approach, Sam took out and hit him hard against his front teeth. She felt his teeth peel the skin from her ankles. Satisfied, she heard a loud crack, at least one tooth had left his jaw. The Mexican gave a painful grunt. Blood seeped through his mouthed fingers."Out of action - first? Sam thought and spoke to the remaining men. "This is going according to my rules."Most men remained uncertain, knowing that Sam was protected under Brutus. Two squat Puerto Ricans laughed at Sam. "What do you think slut to be able to do against all of us?"Sam grinned and kicked the eloquent speaker against the neck, he rattled, he collapsed. She looked at his partner. "You," she looked at the rest of the group and selected another man "and you. The rest is waiting."Sam turned to Li and pulled her on the upper arm to the two men. Under Sam's instructions, they fell on Li. More and more constellations she put together for Li, who had stopped yelling and whimpering.Sam disgusted himself. With grim determination, she continued until none of the men were left. Finally, she pulled Li up by her hair and brutally slammed her tongue into her mouth. Then she pushed Li back to the floor. She lay in a crooked pose, whimpering.Sam saw Lapuente and Brutus step through the door. Her heart pounded, hopefully the pig had bitten.The prison director approached loudly. His usually pale cheeks were covered with a rosy hue, his eyes glittered. "Bravo, bravo ..."Sam put his head back and shook her hair.The director walked slowly around Sam and the still whimpering Li. What do you mean, for some nice perks ... would you be ready to come to my office with your slave tomorrow night? ""I fuck the perks, I want to get out of here."The director rubbed his chin. "Hm, hm, but you have to provide me with a unique movie template."As fast as lightning, Sam pulled Brutus' baton off his hip. She slid him obscenely through her closed fist. "What do you mean, what could I do with this thing and the little one?" she whispered to Lapuente.Sam saw beads of sweat glisten on his forehead before Brutus pulled her head back painfully by the hair. He stripped her of the baton and pressed it against Sam's throat."Shit, he could have done it less brutally." Sam thought."Wait, wait ..." The director gestured in Brutu's direction. "Bring them to my office tomorrow."Brutus let go of Sam, who coughed back in front of him, coughing and spitting. The director left. Her plan was successful.Sam opened his eyes. With tears, she mercifully guessed only vague outlines. Sam blinked away the tears. She moaned, the monstrosities that lay before her paralyzed her body and mind.Again the malicious giggling. Then the commanding voice whispered to her, "You need information to get out of here alive.""I'm crazy." With trembling fingers she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Only a madman has a chance to finish this madman." Grimly, Sam pressed his lips together, forcing himself to look and understand what Summersby's note meant "My collected works."In one photo, Danielle's naked body was set on a white mass and Summersby held a lid of the same rigid mass into the camera. Sam could see the body print clearly. Danielle's body showed traces of white matter. Probably plaster. Summersby had made a plaster cast of Danielle. Sam guessed that the girl had not lived at this time.
