The Locklears Chapter Two

With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were. "My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Loclear". "Enough with the small talk Linda go get the work tools". "As you command daddy". Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys" Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas. "What do we have here?" Reaching her arm out in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused. "We have a hamer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and an ice pick" Linda's voice was filled with excitement. Pissing himself their victim began to cry. "Linda this is your victim you have to inflict the first wound". Responding to Rusty's words Linda picked up the nail gun. "Linda you don't have to do this" pleaded the man. "I have kids that I provide for, My name is Timothy Yates, I have a wife". Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to his testicles. "Look Rusty it actually think we care about it's pathetic little life". Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot. Linda pulled the trigger. Firing a hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot. Blood squrited into the air. Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet