" Tim reassured. "Say, where do you live Billy ol' boy?" Jeff asked, leaning in, unable to conceal his smile at the thoughts in his mind. "Err... why ...o you want to know that?" Billy stammered out nervously. "What the fuck is your problem?" Tim barked angrily, scaring him. "Here we are, trying to be nice, and you have to give us shit. Just tell us where the fuck you live! " T-Twelve Roseway Street!" he yelled, terrified. He'd been beaten by these guys before and they always got away with it.. Set to it's maximum she could hear the hum of the electricity as it forced it way through the element.She prayed her offering would please him.She shifted in her chair. Stretched her mouth a little. She was still getting used to the ring gag he had bought her. Saliva had managed to spill from her pouty lips and now "adorned her chest like jewels." Or so she imagined he would say. She had put it all on herself, the blindfold, gag and cuffs, as she was instructed. He liked this submission, this. Damn that Donald asshole anyway! Why couldn't he just keep quiet about their little session? Why did he have to go and spoil the whole thing? Saunders was the chief of the library. He was a stern supervisor, and she rarely saw him unless he was really upset with her. That's all she needed, to have Saunders find out about her screwing around in closets! She'd be out of a job in no time!"You're a snake, Frye," she sneered, her eyes flashing."Snakes I don't know much about, except this one here in. I swiveled about and then engaged and regained my armored poise.Recoil bucked into my body as I manipulated my trigger.I was a weapon in itself as I engaged with zeal and vigor.I heard my team as they fired rounds as they sliced into a room.They were little pops in unison compared to the initial boom.The night was cool but I felt the sweat stinging into my eye.I heard the team yell “All Clear!” and heard the dying cry.“Tango Down!” was heard on the comms with the ringing in my ears.We looked.