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
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2014
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