She is talking to one of your friends when he tells you they have a fantasy where she is gang ****d in front of him. I talk further, my interest spark...d and I tell him not to wish for something brutal. Tell him that her gangbang will be too much for him to handle. I tell him to take her home before he gets in way above his head. He laughs and tells me he didn’t think I would be such a pussy. I beat him and cuffed him to the chair before getting up and closing the bar door. She screamed not. "In the short time you've known me; I've been gentle and considerate. I was concerned about Emily, that for some reason this may not have been what you really want, but were just trying to please her. I need to put that to rest before I will move forward." It was a long speech for him, not being in my short experience much of a pointless talker. He was waiting for something from me. I studied him, lots of unsaid things held back. He was clean cut, fit, professional, a few years older than me. Now we met in facebook quite a few months back. At first we used to chat about movies and all those stuff. Slowly I found out that she was some horny bitch . From then on we used to have sex chat . However till then it was facebook only– no other contact.On a Wednesday a few weeks back me and my friends went to South City. I was enjoying myself in the cafeteria when all of a sudden I noticed this girl Ishita , a floor below me. She was alone so I thought maybe she was waiting for her boyfriend.. .. but later. Right now, he had a job to do.The rage he left alone. Rage could be useful. Right now, he needed that rage. He needed the boost it gave him. As he allowed it to wash over him, he felt the tiredness and soreness leave his body. The rage washed through him – but he didn't allow it in the caverns of his mind. He needed to stay focused and logical. Rage gave energy but he needed his mind to direct that energy. He couldn't allow the rage to color his thinking; that way lie.