“Please just stop!! I can’t—I can’t take this!!! Please I’ll be good!!!” Hannah blubbered, as she continued to cough up more shit and piss...The grin on Tank’s face was pure evil as he stared down at the miserable Asian. The amount Hannah was suffering right now was equally matched by the Outlaw’s joy. Tank looked at the weeping Asian’s shit-stained face and thought about how lucky he was. He also wondered what was going through her mind as well. Ten days ago this bitch was probably enjoying. ? Sarahfollowed closely behind him.? Mr. Hawkordered Sarah to fix him a drink.? Sarahcrawled over to the bar and stood up only long enough to pour the ingredientsfor the drink he had ordered.? Then shereturned to her already sore knees and crawled over to Mr. Hawk.? Bowing her head, she extended her hands topresent the drink to him.? Mr. Hawk tooka sip of the drink and then placed it in the middle of Sarah?s back.? The cold of the glass startled Sarah, but shemanaged not to wiggle so the drink. " Boyle replied. "Those we shall slay next and narry a one shall return to their hidden mountain homes, and hopefully with little cost to us. Already this war has cost us much too dearly! It will be many generations again before that foul race ever again bother any of our people!" I'm not at all discontent." She muttered a little while later, as Boyle kissed and held her hand in silence, except for the sniffs as he tried to keep the tears from flowing down his face in great rivers. "I killed. It had been quite a three days since his arrivalat the Island. He felt quite odd wearing a tux; they'd told him to bring onejust in case, but much of the time he'd been here he'd either been in shortsand a T-shirt or naked. Slaves didn't even wear bathing suits, they just swamin the nude, though of course he went around dressed. He'd spent a great dealof time with different members of his "team"—four beautiful girls whokept popping in and out of his bungalow, tying him down and trying to.