Bound with rope, I realized what has become of me. My head smacked a piece of wood from behind me, as I caught a glimpse of myself in a fracture of br...ken glass near my well bound and nailed feet. Crucifixion. The word echoed through my head as I became faint-minded. How…I questioned myself. There was a loud, prolonged gutteral sound and the sound of metal sharpening on a grinding stone. I felt sick as the repulsive sound shattered the noiseless air, horrifying a situation where nothing would. Holding on to the metal hooks that connect her wrist cuffs to keep her steady. He pulls his other hand back and swings it fast towards the beautiful pale skin of her ass. With a loud slap his hand lands on her ass cheek. And he hears her moan and mumble a little into her gag. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?”, he asks. She slightly nods and mumble into her gag. Then he pulls his hand back again and lets it land with a loud slap again on the same spot on her pale skin. And another couple of. 12:59:35 25 Seconds till we close and are finally allowed to resume all the closing shit we have to do. It's been a fucking crazy Friday Night, with more cars rolling through than normal. *Bonnnnnnnnnggggggguh* NO MOTHER FUCKING WAY! I look at my manager, Jessica and my face must have said "Please let me tell this car we closed". She shakes her head! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! WHY NOW!!!! AAARRRGGHGHGHG!"Hello? It aint 1 yet so I know y'all still open" comes this damn guys drawl through the headset.. Several weeks prior, Paul had seen Mark and Debbie together at a wedding reception and, in Paul's eyes, Mark was acting different than he normally did, although subtly so. Then, a few weeks later, he had met Mark after work for dinner. Mark once again mentioned seeing Debbie and, once again, Paul could notice a change in Mark's demeanor when he spoke of her. Paul had known, and had been best friends with Mark for nearly ten years. If he really knew anybody in this world, he knew Mark Wilcox. He.