The bullet almost did not miss. Dan was only lucky that Dengerberd was not such a good handler of guns, and that he had bent his knee right before Dengerberd pulled the trigger. But the grumpy businessman was not done yet."Drop the bag!" He commanded, hoping to take advantage of the fact that he was the one with a gun. But Dan was for sure not a man who listened to threatens.Dengerberd made to take a second shot. But before he could shoot again, Dan had made a rolling move on the floor, picking up the little bag with himself and sliding away from the doorstep back into the dark passage, while leaving bullets wasted behind on his trail."Fuck!" Hermes pulled himself to his feet and made after his old friend in an effort to bring him down.It was a race against time and against death. From all indications, Swiss and the rest of his men would have heard the gunshots, and they would be on their way in to see what had happened. Hermes needed to find a way out of the situation but first,
The police van pulled up on the left side of the not too busy street. Sniff pulled out of the vehicle and headed towards the entrance of a house which stood alone a few distance away, just before the downhills which spread downwards into the green forests.When it remained a few steps that would take him to the doorway, he let out a long sigh and turned around. "Won't you all come out? It is my home, and I say you are welcome."His voice ranged past the cold windy air to meet the ears of the other passengers of the car who, before he said anything, did really keep a close keent tab on his moves right from the moment he took his first step out of that car.The second front door opened and his assistant, Mark was soon out as well. He proceeded towards Sniff who was now at the doorway but soon has to turn around as well when he noticed that there was no footsteps behind him."I think they are scared?" Mark told Sniff, who sniffed the air in anger."They have nothing to be scared of. Tho
Sniff called out to the ladies once again. "Come on in and be my guests, there is nothing to be worried for."His voice went through to bring forth no response. When a reply would not come, and neither could he see a sign of movement from the ladies, the detective let out a sigh and pushed past the door into his home. Of course, he left the door open incase they finally found new spirit within their terrified hearts to make the brave visit into his friendly den and be his guests As he disappeared into the dark shadows of the small house, perhaps searching for his closest light switch to illuminate the interior, Sniff told Mark. "Don't you always brag you have a special connection with ladies? Then go boy, go do your thing."As Sniff's voice disappeared further into the depth of the house, Mark strolled back towards the car in an attempt to convince the ladies that all was good."You guys should really come in now. Staying out here is more dangerous, it is not morning yet". He said, s
The situation had boomed into a massive explosion back at the den in Crescent. Half naked girls took over the entire rows of ember lighted passages that led away from the hell they have endured for most if not the entirety of their adolescent lives. If no one stopped them as quick as possible, they would soon take over the entire streets of fire.The strong men could not stop them. Street trained, heavily posed and hefty men but unready for this one task at hand. The men whom Swiss and his first rank men had left behind in care of the den were not a bit capable when it came to holding down the ferociousness of this feminine mob. The girls were unstoppable in all ways even as they were being shot down with bullet fire, ready to lose everything for the exchange of their freedom.And through each wall they broke past, in yells and screams, echoing a popular chant into the air. For so long they have been used as sex slaves, with very little to gain from it. For so long, they have had thei
Purple did not waste time to make an effort. It was the perfect time to make true her plans. Everyone of the remaining girls as well as the men who were still on their feet among Swiss's boys was focused on kicking each other's asses while staying safe themselves. Even Molina was no longer beside the master planner, Mark Dengerberd. She was absorbed in her own little fight, pushing forward among the rest of her fellow whores and shooting down the men who used them for pleasure.This left Dengerberd all alone and unprotected. And in his immaculate wisdom or perhaps in his self dangerous greed, he did not bother to hoard along a weapon while he clung so dearly to the bag of stolen items. In a flash of a few steps, Purple sneaked up quietly behind the unaware Mark, holding in the clutches of her left fingers a huge metal weapon. Sneakily, she was soon up behind Dengerberd who was still busy trying to evade the sight of Swiss's men. They were looking for him so badly, Howard Swiss had
"Fuck!" Dengerberd knew he had no other choice. He could no longer gamble with his own life. The girls kept closing in on him, moving with weird and creepy antics. Each one of them looked lustful for blood and death, and with the number of lives that they had each taken already, there was nothing stopping them from adding his sorry self to the long list if the need would arise."You want this? Take it!" He yelled at them as they approached, raising above his head the bag of treasures, slightly open and threatening to spill away its contents.Shaking his hand violenty in the air, Mark seemed to be threatening to throw the bag somewhere in the large room, leaving them all to battle it out by themselves."Krrrng!!!" A bullet barely missed him, tearing through the bag in his hand and creating a hole in it. This was when Dengerberd knew that his life was in true danger."You ungrateful witches!!!" He yelled for the last time and threw the bag far into their midst. Right then, chaos erupt
He knew he would be done for if he spent any more minute in that car without speeding away with vehicle blood and machine energy. But not even the smallest of distances.could he travel with this car, it just did not respond to the twerking command of the key."Damn it, you piece of shit!" He whispered angrily to the deaf car, striking the body of its driving wheel with a cruel blow, but that would not bring it to life.In a fearful haste, Mark Dengerberd snuck out his eyes for a quick peep, hoping to determine the location of the man hunting him, but not a single bird could be seen anywhere. Yet he knew the fellow was surely now onto him. For all the loud noise he had made while jumping into the disappointing vehicle, there was no way his location was still secret.And he was right. When he returned his focus to the probably damaged vehicle, setting forth to give up all hopes on its resurrection and set focus on a new hope for an escape strategy, his long evaded nemesis soon held him
Back all the way in the crux of the special city of Caveliona, Haisley Bradbury rose up from her special bed of flowers in the usual bliss of high spirits. Her body was flawless and her skin unblemished, she shone with her flair in competition with the morning sun as she took elegant steps through the beautiful doorway.The room was lit by the red streams of the sun which took their colour from the large red curtain that they passed through, each of those sparkling rays of light flying past the half opened window in an heavenly haste to get a touch of reflection on Haisley's gracious beauty. The floor through which she walked was laced with roses all the way to the large bath tub, and even around the large steamy thing was a large garland of roses. Beside the tub stood two young girls, her maids, each one looking as heavenly as the other. They both bowed their heads in fearful respect of her presence. Ignoring their courtesies, Haisley slid into the hot tub which was filled with ste