I turned to leave my office and stopped dead in my tracks. Sarah was standing in the doorway with a pistol levelled at my face. "What the fuck?" I blurted out. Then I realized there were six or seven of my employees standing behind her. "On your knees, bitch!" snarled Sarah.
I was terrified, but anger and pride made me refuse. "What's this about?" I demanded. "Why are you doing this?"
Sarah marched into the room and the others followed her. "You shouldn't have done that to Katie's mother and sister."
I forced myself to laugh disdainfully. "Stupid bitch had it coming. Nobody steals from me. I had to hurt her in the worst possible way. You know that."
Sarah frowned and. "Well, I've got family too you know. My twin sisters are turning 18 tomorrow. Viktor here," she pointed to one of her gang, "has some hot cousins. We've all got family, Jane." By now her silent accomplices had surrounded me. I didn't dare show any fear.
"So what? Don't screw me over and nothing needs to happen to them." I continued in a reasonable tone, "Look, you know we can't risk turncoats or whistleblowers in our line of work. That's why the punishment for going rogue needs to be so severe."
"DAMN IT!" screamed Sarah. "I'm not talking about running to the cops! I know you! Even if I just said I wanted to quit, or took too many sick days, you'd try to punish me. Now that I know you'll drag my family into it I can't allow you to keep running the show. And my friends feel the same way."
Suddenly Viktor clubbed me on the neck wit his elbow, knocking me to the ground. Sarah stepped forward and kicked me hard in the stomach. The pain was intense and I was badly winded. Viktor grabbed the back of my head and shoved a ball gag into my gasping mouth. Desperately I fought to stand, but I was reeling from the hurt and soon I was in the secure grasp of about eight or ten arms. As I grunted and struggled, my clothes were torn off me with surprising roughness and my hands cuffed behind my back. I could do nothing but glower at Sarah.
"Now the question is, what do we do with you?" |