Biting her captors hand, he flinched and uncovered her mouth. She let out a scream, but before anyone could hear her, she was cut off by a hard punch...to the stomach. Winded and in pain she crumbled to the ground. Shut the fuck up bitch! The first boy roared at her. Dragging her to her feet, he stuffed a piece of cloth in her mouth and tied it behind her head. She bit my fucking hand! the second boy screamed in outrage. She bit my fucking hand! Im fucking bleeding! Ignoring him, the leader. Nick pulled out a garrote from his pocket. He slipped silently behind One. In a swift deft motion, he slipped the garrote over One's neck pulling tightly and kicked One behind the kneecaps hanging him. One didn't even have time to struggle before his neck broke. Nick rolled One in to a blanket he retrieved from Paul's bedroom, then picked him up and carried him back through the secret passage to the wine cellar. Nick unrolled the blanket in the cellar and found the com-link. He put the com-link. She had never seen her grandfather this angry.Martin raised the belt once more and struck her again, WHAPP! And then he struck her a sixth time. She screamed hysterically.Martin paused as he heard her heart felt screams and he looked down at her panty clad bottom. He could see the thick red stripes the belt had left across her bottom. They were visible beneath her thin panties. Wicked smudges of red marked the bare flesh that peeked out from beneath the elastic legs of her panties. He knew he. That had since changed. For the past 51 days he had been studying every available map, picture, satellite image, and old traffic report he could dig up on Sacramento's freeway and traffic system. And, though he had done precious little driving in the region for which he was training, it was still California, and California traffic was pretty much the same in any of the urban areas within its borders-crowded, congested, rude, frustrating, and something to be reckoned with in this kind of.