No Please. You said you would let me go.I promised to stay quiet. The Do-gooder MILF looked around the room. There were chains hanging from the ce...ling, straps on the walls . There was a wooden horse, crosses of different types, several stocks, a chair with electrical cords, a rack, water tank, barrels, and many other delightful items.The MILF dropped to her knees in shock. Stupid Bitch. You thought we would let you go? Fuck NO, we got lots of fun for you.We dragged her to the stocks.. Yes, he is!" Garishnie squeaked.The two combatants circled each other warily. The initial adrenalin rush was over and now it was a battle between brute strength against speed, experience and training. Escaro made a few feints trying to draw Dent out which he easily deflected. Dent wondered just how experienced Escaro was. Had he ever fought against someone from Salas? He had never sparred with Dent and never mentioned anything about opposing anyone from Salas, not that they had ever talked. Whereupon, Andrew launched into a lengthy discourse on just how he had warned them. He went on to recount his history at the bank and the blockhead stupidity that had forced him into retirement. She sat there as if entranced stirring her coffee and occasionally taking a sip while nodding her head in agreement with his discourse.When he had talked himself out, he said, “I must be boring you.”“Oh, please, you must know this is fascinating to a finance student,” and she smiled a wicked smile. It. Gavril was too groggy to figure out for a minute why someone wouldn't get the damn door until he realized that he was on a couch in a "lovely" suite and he was the low man on the totem pole. He struggled to the door and flung it open."What?" he bellowed.The waiter cringed. "Ah, your breakfast, sir," the timid man said.Gavril pointed to the middle of the room and stormed off to the other, unused bedroom, hoping there was a toilet somewhere in there. He was tempted to pee off of the balcony but.