I dragged her to her feet by the hair. I slapped her face hard, three times, she yelped and began to cry.“So tell me” I growled, “What instrumen...s do you have for me to punish you with?”“I have a school cane and a short whip sir” she sobbed. I slapped her three more times.“That’s not good enough bitch” I snapped, “We’ll have to pass by my place to get some real torture equipment” I began to get dressed, she reached for her clothes as well, I punched her in the stomach and she fell to the. I was living like a rock star in the prime of my life at 25 years old. Not a fuck was given. Women, good d**gs and plenty of booze was a regular occurrence. A Giorgio Armani after party in Tokyo was the next gig. You could imagine the eye candy at a fashion show after party. There were girls from all over the world and many of them were dressed like sluts. I played the hottest sexiest Tribal and Latin house music to get asses shaking. I was deep into my set when the sexiest, sluttiest Japanese. “So, uh, where we going?” I ask trying to sound casual as I flick my cigarette out the window. He ignores me, turning up the music. I know he heard me. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest as I try to gauge the look on his face, hoping I don’t find some telltale signs of a cold blooded killer. I suddenly wonder if this will be the last person I see in my life. Out of nowhere, waterfalls of summer shower hit the truck from all sides. Its incessant pounding matches perfectly with the internal. “Is that why you refused to tell me on the way here?” Alison wonders.“I was afraid you’d jump out of the car if I did,” her partner responds.“Do you really think I’m that crazy?” Alison says with a laugh.Elizabeth looks over her shoulder. “With you, there’s no telling.”“Well, I’m not that crazy,” Alison retorts. “Now seriously, who do we have?”They reach the mouth of the alley, out of sight from the crowd, when Elizabeth spins around to face her partner. “Judge Jennifer Lewis.”“That arrogant.