Eventually, the kicking and struggling stopped, and Eliza’s cold, lifeless hands fell to the floor. “No!” A voice suddenly screamed from behind ...im. “Stop it, get off her!”Hamden felt the blow against the back of his head strike true, knocking him over in pain as the vase shattered into a million pieces on the floor.“Fuck!” Hamden screamed in agony and rage, slamming his fist on the floor as he clutched the back of his head. He was bleeding.Standing up, Hamden spun around quickly, his eyes. “This fuse will take ten minutes to burn up and release the keys to the handcuffs. If you cooperate, you’ll be able to unlock the cuffs and get some help for your friend, and I’ll be long gone. You really don’t want to know who I am, or what I’m going to do. Don’t warn Haskins. I know where you live and can find you if I learn that you have warned him. Oh yes, get out of the building as soon as you are free. You will be in danger if you remain in here,” I warned them just before I lit the fuse,. Liz jerked her head back and away from my fingers. Feigning anger I snapped "you fucking bitch; if you continue to refuse my authority over you; then you will soon come to regret those actions! I have friends; coloured friends I emphasised, who would love to ruin your cunt and arse with their oversized cocks and a couple of them even have been known to turn their Rottweiler dogs loose on the well fucked cunts! Do you want me to give them a call?" I demanded to know. Liz simply shook her. For the first year, I was literally so wounded that I could not bear the thought of encountering Melody or Pete. My soul was bleeding so profusely, that any slight touch of their hand in my life would have been like the breaking of teeth and then the drinking of vinegar to me; unthinkable.But, as time passed, I was able to stop obsessing about the pain, and begin a new and rational thought pattern that included revenge, assuming that is rational. "The analgesic for emotional pain: revenge," I.