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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
What? You can hear music? If we're wrung out reading this, how's the guy writing it? Just sit back and enjoy the view from the edge as we perch here, together. Keep out of my popcorn!
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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
K, if I won't share I can't fault you for hoarding the beer; unless its ice cold Becks or Shiner! I suppose we could trade then.Well OK. then I wont share my beer!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The next ploy from Frickel played out early in the morning.
“We need to stop. I have to piss.”
Veronica rolled her eyes and looked over to Violet, then over her shoulder at Frickel.
“We are only stopping once. You sure you want this to be your one?”
“I know my rights. I have to piss. Food would be good too. Any fast food place would work for both.”
“We will see what we can do.”
Twenty miles later, Veronica saw what she wanted; a small interstate rest stop. There was no way in hell she was unlocking him in a populous area.
“Alright, we are stopping here. The rules will be as follows. The vehicle stops. I go in. She goes in when I come out. Then we unlock you. You go in, do your business, come out, we lock you back in the van. When we get to someplace for food, we will go through the drive through. We will then stop at the next interstate crossover, open the passenger compartment and give you your food. We are not opening your section inside a populated area. End of story.”
“That seems a bit excessive. Look, just swing into a burger joint and we can do it all in one shot!” There was a little bit of desperation in his voice now. Veronica continued signaling for the exit.
There was only one other vehicle in the lot. A 18-wheeler was parked in the dedicated truck area. Veronica pulled to the curb closest the rest room door. Veronica and Violet immediately got out and closed the door. Veronica went around the van and joined Violet about twenty feet from the van. With their backs to the van, they could finally talk some without Frickel seeing or hearing what was said.
“I thought he was never going to say something! I’m about to bust! You stand here with the street lamp behind you. It will keep you in the shadows and looking more ominous. The longer he thinks your Paige, the better.”
“We will talk when he goes in”
Veronica went in. She was gone for at least ten minutes. Violet stood in her best ‘Paige’ pose, the shadows draped over her face. She could see Frickel staring hard at her, watching the way she moved. She knew he was looking for evidence of damage from his attack. She knew she was wigging him out and would continue to do so whenever she could.
Veronica finally came out, so it was Violet’s turn. She went in and offloaded her bladder. She wasn’t going to admit it to Veronica, but she was also about to bust. She was glad to empty out. She felt he was going to try something and she wanted something as sensitive as a full bladder to not be an available target. The camera showed her checking and touching up any of her makeup and hair. It was all still good.
Violet came out of the female’s bathroom and immediately went to the male’s rest room to get the lay of the land in case they had to go in after him. Returning to Veronica, she nodded to her. They were ready.
At the van, Violet stood back while Veronica opened the door. She leaned in, unlocking the chains from the floor ring.
“Alright, Frickel, Let’s go.” She stepped back out of reach.
He started walking towards the restroom. He stopped at the door.
“You gotta unlock the waist chain, otherwise I can’t drop my trousers.” He pulled on the chains, making a show of how restrictive it was.
“You said you had to piss. Fish that tiny worm through your fly.”
“If this is my only stop, I need to take a shit as well.” He tugged at the chains again.
“Fine. I unlock, you go in, you step back out the door, I relock the belly chain, we get back in the van. You give me any problems, you will greatly regret it.” Veronica’s voice was stern and brooks no deviation.
Violet was watching closely as she said this. She saw Frickel briefly smile. It wasn’t a friendly thing.
After Frickel went in, Violet and Veronica stood together talking quietly.
“Rape my six year old son? No more binging SVU and Criminal whatchamacallit.”
Veronica chuckled. “I was thinking of having him rape your dog, but I decided that would be a little too far.”
“You know he’s going to try something.”
“Yeah. The question is, how bad to we hurt him when we have to stop him?”
“That’s up to him. I’m not going to let him hurt me to keep him alive.”
“We need to stop. I have to piss.”
Veronica rolled her eyes and looked over to Violet, then over her shoulder at Frickel.
“We are only stopping once. You sure you want this to be your one?”
“I know my rights. I have to piss. Food would be good too. Any fast food place would work for both.”
“We will see what we can do.”
Twenty miles later, Veronica saw what she wanted; a small interstate rest stop. There was no way in hell she was unlocking him in a populous area.
“Alright, we are stopping here. The rules will be as follows. The vehicle stops. I go in. She goes in when I come out. Then we unlock you. You go in, do your business, come out, we lock you back in the van. When we get to someplace for food, we will go through the drive through. We will then stop at the next interstate crossover, open the passenger compartment and give you your food. We are not opening your section inside a populated area. End of story.”
“That seems a bit excessive. Look, just swing into a burger joint and we can do it all in one shot!” There was a little bit of desperation in his voice now. Veronica continued signaling for the exit.
There was only one other vehicle in the lot. A 18-wheeler was parked in the dedicated truck area. Veronica pulled to the curb closest the rest room door. Veronica and Violet immediately got out and closed the door. Veronica went around the van and joined Violet about twenty feet from the van. With their backs to the van, they could finally talk some without Frickel seeing or hearing what was said.
“I thought he was never going to say something! I’m about to bust! You stand here with the street lamp behind you. It will keep you in the shadows and looking more ominous. The longer he thinks your Paige, the better.”
“We will talk when he goes in”
Veronica went in. She was gone for at least ten minutes. Violet stood in her best ‘Paige’ pose, the shadows draped over her face. She could see Frickel staring hard at her, watching the way she moved. She knew he was looking for evidence of damage from his attack. She knew she was wigging him out and would continue to do so whenever she could.
Veronica finally came out, so it was Violet’s turn. She went in and offloaded her bladder. She wasn’t going to admit it to Veronica, but she was also about to bust. She was glad to empty out. She felt he was going to try something and she wanted something as sensitive as a full bladder to not be an available target. The camera showed her checking and touching up any of her makeup and hair. It was all still good.
Violet came out of the female’s bathroom and immediately went to the male’s rest room to get the lay of the land in case they had to go in after him. Returning to Veronica, she nodded to her. They were ready.
At the van, Violet stood back while Veronica opened the door. She leaned in, unlocking the chains from the floor ring.
“Alright, Frickel, Let’s go.” She stepped back out of reach.
He started walking towards the restroom. He stopped at the door.
“You gotta unlock the waist chain, otherwise I can’t drop my trousers.” He pulled on the chains, making a show of how restrictive it was.
“You said you had to piss. Fish that tiny worm through your fly.”
“If this is my only stop, I need to take a shit as well.” He tugged at the chains again.
“Fine. I unlock, you go in, you step back out the door, I relock the belly chain, we get back in the van. You give me any problems, you will greatly regret it.” Veronica’s voice was stern and brooks no deviation.
Violet was watching closely as she said this. She saw Frickel briefly smile. It wasn’t a friendly thing.
After Frickel went in, Violet and Veronica stood together talking quietly.
“Rape my six year old son? No more binging SVU and Criminal whatchamacallit.”
Veronica chuckled. “I was thinking of having him rape your dog, but I decided that would be a little too far.”
“You know he’s going to try something.”
“Yeah. The question is, how bad to we hurt him when we have to stop him?”
“That’s up to him. I’m not going to let him hurt me to keep him alive.”
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
They were standing outside the restroom door for about fifteen minutes when an older gentleman walked out. His t-shirt caught both their attention. It had a silhouette of a busty woman on a pole, the words on it said ‘I support single moms’. He looked around until he spotted them. He walked straight to them.
“Excuse me, ma’am’s, is the individual in the bathroom yours?” He was holding his hat in his hands.
Veronica spoke up. “Yes, he is in our custody. We are transporting him to another detention facility. Why?”
“Well, he was trying to convince me he needed help. I was supposed to come out and tell you he was sick and throwing up to convince you two to come in. I figure he is looking to jump you when you do.”
“And you didn’t help him because?”
“In spite of what my shirt says, it was a gift from my daughter who put herself through college by dancing before she went in the Coast Guard, I don’t buy into the anti woman bullshit he was spouting. Besides I was in your shoes back in the day.” He put his hat on his head. Veronica and Violet read the hat. It was simple letters. It read BORTAC. Veronica started laughing.
“I bet you have!”
Violet didn’t understand and said so.
“I don’t get it”
Veronica turned to her.
“BORTAC, it’s the Border Patrol High Risk SWAT Team.” Veronica was half laughing before she could finish her statement. Violet started laughing as well.
“Do you girls need a hand?”
“Thank you sir, but we should be ok. This is why I brought her. It looks like you’re on, Sargent Violent.”
Violet pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and slid them on. She nodded to Veronica and and the gentleman before she walked into the bathroom.
“Shouldn’t we help her? He’s twice her size!”
“I’m not going in, it would just crowd her. If someone other than her walks out, I shoot them, simple as that.”
“Excuse me, ma’am’s, is the individual in the bathroom yours?” He was holding his hat in his hands.
Veronica spoke up. “Yes, he is in our custody. We are transporting him to another detention facility. Why?”
“Well, he was trying to convince me he needed help. I was supposed to come out and tell you he was sick and throwing up to convince you two to come in. I figure he is looking to jump you when you do.”
“And you didn’t help him because?”
“In spite of what my shirt says, it was a gift from my daughter who put herself through college by dancing before she went in the Coast Guard, I don’t buy into the anti woman bullshit he was spouting. Besides I was in your shoes back in the day.” He put his hat on his head. Veronica and Violet read the hat. It was simple letters. It read BORTAC. Veronica started laughing.
“I bet you have!”
Violet didn’t understand and said so.
“I don’t get it”
Veronica turned to her.
“BORTAC, it’s the Border Patrol High Risk SWAT Team.” Veronica was half laughing before she could finish her statement. Violet started laughing as well.
“Do you girls need a hand?”
“Thank you sir, but we should be ok. This is why I brought her. It looks like you’re on, Sargent Violent.”
Violet pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and slid them on. She nodded to Veronica and and the gentleman before she walked into the bathroom.
“Shouldn’t we help her? He’s twice her size!”
“I’m not going in, it would just crowd her. If someone other than her walks out, I shoot them, simple as that.”
Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
Way to build anticipation! Really enjoying your yarn. Thank you so much for sharing ComCamGuy.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Nope; good rope, quality pitons & 'biners. Stock up now as I don't see this abating. Maybe get some Gore-Tex too as it will be windy & wet out here! (Two storms in the Gulf & an election! Very wet & windy!)
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Moments later, a bloodcurdling scream two octaves above middle ‘C’ came from the restroom. Veronica rested her hand on the Gentleman’s bicep.
“Don’t.”
“But she might be hurt!” He was obviously concerned for Violet’s safety.
“She will let us know if she needs us. Have faith.”
He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wasn’t going to leave until she came out. He wanted to be able to help if they needed it. If he left and read about it going wrong, he didn’t know how he could live with himself.
More sounds of banging and thudding followed.
“Don’t.”
“But she might be hurt!” He was obviously concerned for Violet’s safety.
“She will let us know if she needs us. Have faith.”
He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wasn’t going to leave until she came out. He wanted to be able to help if they needed it. If he left and read about it going wrong, he didn’t know how he could live with himself.
More sounds of banging and thudding followed.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Half the lights were out in the restroom when Violet walked in. She didn’t go far. There were not to many places for Frickel to gain an advantage. This was an older style rest stop facility. There were concrete and tile stalls with simple metal doors. He was bent over one of the toilets making heaving sounds.
Violet wasn’t buying it. She wouldn’t even without the warning they got. Her mind was working a mile a minute. She wanted to keep the advantage she had for as long as she could. Time to keep ratcheting up the Paige angle to keep him off guard. The moment she showed her real skills, he would know and act differently.
“May as well get up, Frickel. The trucker is retired federal law enforcement. He told us your scheme.” She pitched her voice soft and kind of weak.
Frickel stood up, all pretense gone.
“Pretty bold coming in alone. The Special Agent needs another sacrificial lamb?”
“No, I told her I would take care of it for her. I’ve already taken your best punch. It hurt, but not too much. I could have jumped up and kicked your ass in front of those two, then posted the camera footage on the web for everyone’s amusement, but that would have been over quick. Instead, I went for the long game. Just taking some kicks and getting bruises was worth putting you away forever. Behind bars forever, being used by every guy as their personal sex toy. You will be the ‘helpless woman’ in that equation. You will be the one ‘giving blowjobs and polishing nightsticks.’”
He was now enraged. He was ready to attack.
Violet knew she had to keep it up. She needed the rage to last past the first attack pass. The only way she could think of was massive pain, without it being some snazzy skill. She had an idea earlier. She anticipated this sort of physical confrontation.
Violet wasn’t buying it. She wouldn’t even without the warning they got. Her mind was working a mile a minute. She wanted to keep the advantage she had for as long as she could. Time to keep ratcheting up the Paige angle to keep him off guard. The moment she showed her real skills, he would know and act differently.
“May as well get up, Frickel. The trucker is retired federal law enforcement. He told us your scheme.” She pitched her voice soft and kind of weak.
Frickel stood up, all pretense gone.
“Pretty bold coming in alone. The Special Agent needs another sacrificial lamb?”
“No, I told her I would take care of it for her. I’ve already taken your best punch. It hurt, but not too much. I could have jumped up and kicked your ass in front of those two, then posted the camera footage on the web for everyone’s amusement, but that would have been over quick. Instead, I went for the long game. Just taking some kicks and getting bruises was worth putting you away forever. Behind bars forever, being used by every guy as their personal sex toy. You will be the ‘helpless woman’ in that equation. You will be the one ‘giving blowjobs and polishing nightsticks.’”
He was now enraged. He was ready to attack.
Violet knew she had to keep it up. She needed the rage to last past the first attack pass. The only way she could think of was massive pain, without it being some snazzy skill. She had an idea earlier. She anticipated this sort of physical confrontation.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
His first charge was designed to sweep her into the wall. Then his mass would ball her up and let him pummel her at his pace not hers. It didn’t work out that way.
In Violet’s active duty job as well as her off duty job, she taught women to defend themselves against bigger and stronger men. Her coworkers would use her to surprise and humble the big guys in the classes. They would attack and she would take them apart. Those were training evolutions though. This one was for all the marbles. There was no doubt in her mind. If she screwed up, Frickel would kill her here in a men’s room in the middle of nowhere Nevada.
She watched his movements. Most people will lead with their non-dominant side. Most people have the same dominant eye. She was going to use these assumptions to keep him off kilter.
When he charged, she was able to feint one way, then dart to the opposite side. As he went past, she kicked his knee softly, just enough for it to buckle. This pitched him off balance. He saw her hand coming in for an open-handed slap against his head. His reflexive action was to duck his head a bit and turn to the side. He figured he could spin further to the left and reengage as he came around. An open hand slap to the head, he figured he could take without problems. He was wrong.
The open hand slap was actually camouflage for the object in between her fingers. Violet buried the two-and-a-half-inch long drywall screw into his left eye socket. She held on to it as they went by one another. The horrible scream emanating from Frickel was unsettling. She knew she had his attention now.
"What's wrong? Don't like it when a woman screws you? Get used to it. Other people are going to be screwing you night and day."
In Violet’s active duty job as well as her off duty job, she taught women to defend themselves against bigger and stronger men. Her coworkers would use her to surprise and humble the big guys in the classes. They would attack and she would take them apart. Those were training evolutions though. This one was for all the marbles. There was no doubt in her mind. If she screwed up, Frickel would kill her here in a men’s room in the middle of nowhere Nevada.
She watched his movements. Most people will lead with their non-dominant side. Most people have the same dominant eye. She was going to use these assumptions to keep him off kilter.
When he charged, she was able to feint one way, then dart to the opposite side. As he went past, she kicked his knee softly, just enough for it to buckle. This pitched him off balance. He saw her hand coming in for an open-handed slap against his head. His reflexive action was to duck his head a bit and turn to the side. He figured he could spin further to the left and reengage as he came around. An open hand slap to the head, he figured he could take without problems. He was wrong.
The open hand slap was actually camouflage for the object in between her fingers. Violet buried the two-and-a-half-inch long drywall screw into his left eye socket. She held on to it as they went by one another. The horrible scream emanating from Frickel was unsettling. She knew she had his attention now.
"What's wrong? Don't like it when a woman screws you? Get used to it. Other people are going to be screwing you night and day."
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
As he fell sideways clutching the half empty socket, Violet reached out and caught his right arm, jerking savagely down and back with a twisting motion to destroy all ability to use his shoulder. While she had the arm in her hand, she planted a solid kick to his armpit, crushing the lymph node bundle and corresponding nerves. She kicked again.
Violet had outfitted herself for the coming fight. Her boots were old school jungle boots. These had a rigid sole to transmit as much force as she could bring to bear in a kick. The leather gloves each held almost eight ounces of shot. She had no illusions about the strength disparity between Frickel and herself. She needed force multipliers to make up the differences. She knew she had the upper hand in knowledge. The schools Frickel attended, she taught instructors for, and she worked with a retired mil guy who was now a civilian government employee that helped invent the style. She knew what he would be trained to do for each move. She had countermoves ready. She also knew as she ramped up the pain, he will panic and improvise. She had to stay ahead of him.
Violet had outfitted herself for the coming fight. Her boots were old school jungle boots. These had a rigid sole to transmit as much force as she could bring to bear in a kick. The leather gloves each held almost eight ounces of shot. She had no illusions about the strength disparity between Frickel and herself. She needed force multipliers to make up the differences. She knew she had the upper hand in knowledge. The schools Frickel attended, she taught instructors for, and she worked with a retired mil guy who was now a civilian government employee that helped invent the style. She knew what he would be trained to do for each move. She had countermoves ready. She also knew as she ramped up the pain, he will panic and improvise. She had to stay ahead of him.
steamroller
Contributing Member
Great moves, thank you.
Kiwibutterfly
Contributing Member
ohhh boy oh boy, I feel like I am right there watching her deal to him.. Great writing.... mmmm I am all energised now, maybe time to get the vacuum out. lol
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
It was a long time coming but so appropriate -- love that word; when anyone sees what's left of this scum bag, they'll know pretty much what a sad excuse for a man he was. As I said, appropriate; not proportional.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Home to several chapters, thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The fight was long and drawn out, not because it was anything like a fair or even fight. Violet worked hard at avoiding it becoming one. She broke his knee sideways, hard this time. This was to take away his mobility and balance. She broke his jaw on the right side to balance out the pain from his left eye socket. The second swing broke the cheekbone on the right side. She let him get close enough to give him hope. She did this to get a good hold on his left arm. It earned him an elbow bent the opposite way. With the offensive weapons reduced, she started in on the torso.
She had a blueprint in her mind of his intended injuries. She spent time studying the police photos and trauma description of Paige’s damage. She wanted the same pattern, turned up to eleven. She field goaled the ribs several times until he was gasping and vomiting blood. She stepped up the taunting as well.
“I know your type. You’ve been a bully all your life. You’ve looked down on women and all those who don’t measure up to be a part of your ‘click’. You attacked me because I actually called you out on your bullshit. You were all ‘how dare a woman do this to me!’ and shit. Well, you finally found one that won’t roll over and spread their legs in submission at your smile or your threats. You will now be the weak one, blind in one eye, crippled in movement, you will now reap what you created for so many. You ‘victimized’ me. As I lay there with you kicking me, I swore I would be the last. Welcome to your new position in life. You knew I was your vengeance when I got into the van. That’s why you pissed yourself then. I was smelling it the whole drive. That’s how we knew you were going to try something; you had already pissed for the evening.”
Her words were punctuated with kicks. He had several broken ribs now. Trying to block swings earned him shattered fingers and wrist. He finally rolled over in the fetal position, just trying to avoid the blows. This was what she was waiting for. A very deliberately amed kick struck the base of his spine where it joined the pelvis. She knew her blow was successful when his legs went limp. She leaned over closer to him.
“Welcome to your new life.You will be the helpless cripple, used and derided by all who see you. You were the ‘Badass Spec Ops Marine” who got his ass kicked and crippled by the little woman you couldn’t break.”
Her last kick was for the side of his head. She needed him unconscious for the next part.
He was out. She leaned down and checked a pulse. It was there. Good. She pulled out a small folded scrap of paper from a ziplock baggie in her pocket. Opening it, she placed the small slip, no bigger than a thumbnail, under his tongue. She went to the door to get the others.
She had a blueprint in her mind of his intended injuries. She spent time studying the police photos and trauma description of Paige’s damage. She wanted the same pattern, turned up to eleven. She field goaled the ribs several times until he was gasping and vomiting blood. She stepped up the taunting as well.
“I know your type. You’ve been a bully all your life. You’ve looked down on women and all those who don’t measure up to be a part of your ‘click’. You attacked me because I actually called you out on your bullshit. You were all ‘how dare a woman do this to me!’ and shit. Well, you finally found one that won’t roll over and spread their legs in submission at your smile or your threats. You will now be the weak one, blind in one eye, crippled in movement, you will now reap what you created for so many. You ‘victimized’ me. As I lay there with you kicking me, I swore I would be the last. Welcome to your new position in life. You knew I was your vengeance when I got into the van. That’s why you pissed yourself then. I was smelling it the whole drive. That’s how we knew you were going to try something; you had already pissed for the evening.”
Her words were punctuated with kicks. He had several broken ribs now. Trying to block swings earned him shattered fingers and wrist. He finally rolled over in the fetal position, just trying to avoid the blows. This was what she was waiting for. A very deliberately amed kick struck the base of his spine where it joined the pelvis. She knew her blow was successful when his legs went limp. She leaned over closer to him.
“Welcome to your new life.You will be the helpless cripple, used and derided by all who see you. You were the ‘Badass Spec Ops Marine” who got his ass kicked and crippled by the little woman you couldn’t break.”
Her last kick was for the side of his head. She needed him unconscious for the next part.
He was out. She leaned down and checked a pulse. It was there. Good. She pulled out a small folded scrap of paper from a ziplock baggie in her pocket. Opening it, she placed the small slip, no bigger than a thumbnail, under his tongue. She went to the door to get the others.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Veronica was on edge when the door started opening. She visibly relaxed when it was Violet who came out. She was flushed with exertion but didn’t seem worse for wear.
“You were beginning to worry us. What happened?”
“He tried. He was fast, strong and over confident. I think he was on something. We need to warn the medics when they pick him up. It might be PCP. He’s out right now. We need to get the shackles back on him and get down the road. Call for a medical bird from Salt Lake. He’s in bad shape and might not make it otherwise.” She looked over at the gentleman still there. “I’m glad you stayed. Can you help us carry him to the van. We can’t wait here for medical. We have to close the difference and get him to the trauma center in Salt Lake.”
“No problem, ma’am. I was worried when you went in alone.What happened?”
“He knew he was bigger and stronger. He was mad. I wasn’t and took advantage of it. I ran him around the room til he made a mistake. At that point, I realized he was trying suicide by cop. He’s headed in for trial on attempted murder and child rape. He didn’t want to face the consequences.”
Veronica and the gentleman went in and secured the prisoner. The gentleman and Violet carried him to the van, locking him back to the floor ring. They thanked the gentleman and told him they never caught his name, and were fine with it. Veronica called in the attempted escape and the medical emergency. They tore off down the road, lights flashing as they made ground towards getting rid of their prisoner.
“You were beginning to worry us. What happened?”
“He tried. He was fast, strong and over confident. I think he was on something. We need to warn the medics when they pick him up. It might be PCP. He’s out right now. We need to get the shackles back on him and get down the road. Call for a medical bird from Salt Lake. He’s in bad shape and might not make it otherwise.” She looked over at the gentleman still there. “I’m glad you stayed. Can you help us carry him to the van. We can’t wait here for medical. We have to close the difference and get him to the trauma center in Salt Lake.”
“No problem, ma’am. I was worried when you went in alone.What happened?”
“He knew he was bigger and stronger. He was mad. I wasn’t and took advantage of it. I ran him around the room til he made a mistake. At that point, I realized he was trying suicide by cop. He’s headed in for trial on attempted murder and child rape. He didn’t want to face the consequences.”
Veronica and the gentleman went in and secured the prisoner. The gentleman and Violet carried him to the van, locking him back to the floor ring. They thanked the gentleman and told him they never caught his name, and were fine with it. Veronica called in the attempted escape and the medical emergency. They tore off down the road, lights flashing as they made ground towards getting rid of their prisoner.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Just thinking....it might be good if Ms Violet tagged along for what I hope will be a similarly appropriate final solution to the scum in the park. Think of the contribution she could make.....
Just saying.
Thank you for the last few wrenching pages, sir.
Breathe deep; we are and we're ready for the next 'Drop of Doom!'
G.
Just saying.
Thank you for the last few wrenching pages, sir.
Breathe deep; we are and we're ready for the next 'Drop of Doom!'
G.
Vulture45-70
Veteran Member
My heart pumps piss for him. Probably a good tab of PCP under the tongue to send him into oblivion.