My Rich Husband's
Part 132's
Davis, George, and Lord are now in the ship's basement again. The prisoner had dressed, dressed in the clothes of a servant. It was a perfect fit for that crazy family.
The three handsome men immediately sat back in their respective oversized seats. Folding the hands across the chest and crossing the right leg on their left leg simultaneously, it was as if there was telepathy connecting them until compactly doing so.
“How's the entertainment, crazy old man? Fun isn't it?” davis asked with her sharp eyes.
“You are crazy! No heart to turn my wife and son! Heartless!” raung Dawson with glaring eyes.
The three men both clucked and shook their heads. “Not screwed,” said they simultaneously.
“Hei! Bitch woman! Tasty not sprained?” Now Lord raised a question to Cassandra and Celine.
“Uh .. scrumptious, I want more,” said Cassandra with a lip.
“Love with violence is exciting,” continued Celine with a seductive look wanting again.
“Ck! Really bitch,” says George. “The next game,” he added did not want to waste time.
Davis clapped his hand in a gesture. To get his men in to bring their play equipment.
Enter a man of high stature, sturdy, sturdy, very fierce face with a thick bewok carrying a concave iron filled with embers and an iron rod at the end of which there is a symbol of Cosa Nostra, not to forget the charcoal capitan.
“You, can get out.” Davis shook his hand to expel.
“Wow ... are we going to barbeque party here?” jolly George with a face that never changes expression.
“Of course, do you want to come?” bargain Davis thrusts an iron rod at his best friend.
“No, thank you .. I'll watch you guys have fun,” reject George. His eyes kept staring straight ahead.
“Alright, we'll give you the next show.” Davis handed the iron rod to the Lord.
Davis and Lord inserted the iron they held into the embers for a while, waiting for them until the iron began to redden the omen was already hot.
“What will you do?” ask the three captives quivering in fear.
“I only give you a warm-up, before feeling the heat of hellfire,” Davis replied with a smirk smile.
“Ah we are too good apparently, give them a warm-up,” timpal Lord.
Davis immediately advanced to approach Dawson.
“You are crazy! What are you going to do!” raung Dawson struggled to untie his hands and feet.
“Sstttt ...” Davis signaled silence. “You, too noisy! I don't like it!”
Cag ...
The hot iron landed right on Dawson's lips.
“Arghhh .. hot ...” As strong as Dawson's energy whimpers in pain. Her lips were shapeless.
“You, great ... I love the way you torture.” Celine praised Davis.
“Oh ... Do you like it? Now it's your turn to feel as well,” decak Lord by raising next to his eyebrows like a defiant person.
Cag ...
The hot iron that had been heated again landed perfectly on Celine's lips.
“Arghh .. You are crazy! Brutal!” groan in the pain of the woman.
“Hahaha .. You better work with me to torture people and enjoy their moans like this,” bargained Cassandra.
Davis gestured to Lord and answered a nod.
Ces ... ces ...
Two hot irons at once landed on both cheeks filled with plastic surgery.
“Arghh ... You are all crazy!” his roar.
“Hoam ...” George yawned as if his sleep was disturbed. “You're too noisy!” He stood up from his most comfortable seat. “As a reply because you guys are interfering with my comfort.” He took charcoal capitan. “Open his mouth!” he told Cosa Nostra's men.
George immediately took the hot charcoal that was still red. Put it in the mouth of the three people in front of him. “Force them to chew!” decreed again.
Davis, George, and Lord ended their play after retaliating with hot iron and hot charcoal on the bodies of three captives.