Marcus fucked the tortured bitch shooting his semen overher belly..Willie took the clamp off Karin’s breast. It was now just a piece of raw meat.Ka...in had stopped screaming. She just lay there, helpless, looking desperate.She mumbled, begging but the words barely came out. Willie admired his work.He grabbed her other breast by the nipple and twisted.Marcus was not satisfied fucking her. A convicted rapist and former mental patientHe grabbed her pussy, pinching, twisting and turning. . I waited a couple of minutes before pulling my gun. I unlatched the shelf and went out into the dark room. To my surprise, the door between the pantry and kitchen was closed. That made things easier because I was afraid of the light showing when I swung the shelf back. I looked back down the steps, smiling at everyone as I swung the shelf back, hearing the latch click signaling it was once again locked. So far so good, I thought as I went to the door and cracked it open, looking out into the. “What the fuck?” We looked up to see Steve, a very muscular guy I knew from school. “Oh my god, Steve!” Jenny screamed as she tried to cover her tits with her arm. “You hide those from your boyfriend, but not from this pathetic little boy?” he asked. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Shut up you little shithead!” he yelled. “Steve, I’m sorry,” Jenny started. “I thought you’d be gone for another two weeks.” “Oh, well, that makes it all okay, doesn’t it?” he yelled. “I think I should go,” I said. “No,. I started to protest thatit wasn't mine, but she pushed me out of the store, still all smiles,calling me a "jokehr" every time I tried to say that she gave me someoneelse's bag.Once on the sidewalk I checked its contents. My ID was in there, mycredit cards, the exact same amount of cash as I'd had before, but alsomy phone and my keys. I patted my pockets: empty. But how? There wasno way I'd taken them out at the store.When I passed by that place with the wallets, I went in and bought.