off your fucking clothes!”
Eileen removed her blouse and skirt, tossing them to the ground.
“Underwear too, bitch,” Sophie said.
“They’ll never let you leave here. They’ll tear out your uterus and feed it to you, while I watch.”
“I doubt that. Take the shit off now.”
Eileen removed her bra, revealing her wrinkly, saggy breasts. They looked like fried eggs running down a wall. She pulled off her panties and stood looking at Sophie.
“Happy now?” Eileen said. “You gonna fuck me?”
“Actually, I am. On the table, sit ,” Sophie said pointing the gun at the metal table behind her.
Eileen climbed up onto the table and sat facing Sophie.
“This you torturing me? Making my bare ass sit on cold metal?”
“I got some different metal for you ,” Sophie said as she walked up and jammed the gun in between Eileen’s legs. Eileen cried out as Sophie inserted it as far into Eileen’s vagina as it would go.
“There you sick bitch. You like that? That turn you on?”
“Fuck you, you little blonde cunt.”
Instead of a verbal reply, Sophie pulled the trigger. The shot sounded muffled as Eileen jerked and fell back. Blood poured from her mouth as she coughed and twitched. Sophie stepped back watching the spectacle as there was now a large bloody crater where her pussy had been seconds ago. Eileen continued to thrash and convulsed, so Sophie walked out of the room and into the hallway.
She looked at the end of the hall and saw three people coming toward her. Sophie pointed a gun at them, but one of them was running toward her. It was a girl, but she looked bald and wearing nothing but a jacket. Crystal! She lowered the gun and ran toward her until they nearly collided and held her friend in a tight hug.
“Jesus!” Sophie said looking at Crystal’s head. “What did they do to you?”
“I think you can see. It hurts like hell ,” Crystal said.
“Where’s Joel?”
“He’s dead,” Crystal said. Brett came up behind them with another guy.
“I thought you were gonna leave ,” Brett said.
“I told you I wasn’t leaving without her. Who is this asshole?” Sophie nodded at the other man.
“This is Dominic. He kind of works here. But we are helping him escape.”
“Helping him? What does he do here?”
“He kind of runs the place.”
“Are you fucking kidding? I’m gonna blow his fucking head off ,” Sophie said as she raised the gun at Dominic.
“Don’t! Come on. I want to do one more thing and then we’re out of here ,” Brett said.
“One more thing?”
“Follow me,” Brett said as he ran to the elevator. The girls and Dominic filed on with him as he pushed the button to take them into the basement. Once the elevator stopped, they stepped out into the cold, dark basement. Dominic led the way as they walked through the dark hallways.
“What the hell is going on out there?” a voice called from down the hall. An old man wearing bloody coveralls walked up as Brett and Sophie aimed their guns at him.
“Dutch,” Dominic said. “Something has happened. The Club is closed.”
“Closed? What the hell? Where is Caleb? That new kid?” Dutch asked.
“If he was the other guy dressed like you, I shot him ,” Brett said. “I didn’t know who he was, so I shot anyone who looked like they worked here.”
“Jesus. So what are we doing?”
“We’re going to the incinerator.”
“All right. This way ,” Dutch said as he turned and began walking. They followed him for several minutes until they arrived at the incinerator. It looked like a giant oven with a large door. “Here it is,” Dutch said. “Now what?”
“Can you open it?” Brett
Eileen removed her blouse and skirt, tossing them to the ground.
“Underwear too, bitch,” Sophie said.
“They’ll never let you leave here. They’ll tear out your uterus and feed it to you, while I watch.”
“I doubt that. Take the shit off now.”
Eileen removed her bra, revealing her wrinkly, saggy breasts. They looked like fried eggs running down a wall. She pulled off her panties and stood looking at Sophie.
“Happy now?” Eileen said. “You gonna fuck me?”
“Actually, I am. On the table, sit ,” Sophie said pointing the gun at the metal table behind her.
Eileen climbed up onto the table and sat facing Sophie.
“This you torturing me? Making my bare ass sit on cold metal?”
“I got some different metal for you ,” Sophie said as she walked up and jammed the gun in between Eileen’s legs. Eileen cried out as Sophie inserted it as far into Eileen’s vagina as it would go.
“There you sick bitch. You like that? That turn you on?”
“Fuck you, you little blonde cunt.”
Instead of a verbal reply, Sophie pulled the trigger. The shot sounded muffled as Eileen jerked and fell back. Blood poured from her mouth as she coughed and twitched. Sophie stepped back watching the spectacle as there was now a large bloody crater where her pussy had been seconds ago. Eileen continued to thrash and convulsed, so Sophie walked out of the room and into the hallway.
She looked at the end of the hall and saw three people coming toward her. Sophie pointed a gun at them, but one of them was running toward her. It was a girl, but she looked bald and wearing nothing but a jacket. Crystal! She lowered the gun and ran toward her until they nearly collided and held her friend in a tight hug.
“Jesus!” Sophie said looking at Crystal’s head. “What did they do to you?”
“I think you can see. It hurts like hell ,” Crystal said.
“Where’s Joel?”
“He’s dead,” Crystal said. Brett came up behind them with another guy.
“I thought you were gonna leave ,” Brett said.
“I told you I wasn’t leaving without her. Who is this asshole?” Sophie nodded at the other man.
“This is Dominic. He kind of works here. But we are helping him escape.”
“Helping him? What does he do here?”
“He kind of runs the place.”
“Are you fucking kidding? I’m gonna blow his fucking head off ,” Sophie said as she raised the gun at Dominic.
“Don’t! Come on. I want to do one more thing and then we’re out of here ,” Brett said.
“One more thing?”
“Follow me,” Brett said as he ran to the elevator. The girls and Dominic filed on with him as he pushed the button to take them into the basement. Once the elevator stopped, they stepped out into the cold, dark basement. Dominic led the way as they walked through the dark hallways.
“What the hell is going on out there?” a voice called from down the hall. An old man wearing bloody coveralls walked up as Brett and Sophie aimed their guns at him.
“Dutch,” Dominic said. “Something has happened. The Club is closed.”
“Closed? What the hell? Where is Caleb? That new kid?” Dutch asked.
“If he was the other guy dressed like you, I shot him ,” Brett said. “I didn’t know who he was, so I shot anyone who looked like they worked here.”
“Jesus. So what are we doing?”
“We’re going to the incinerator.”
“All right. This way ,” Dutch said as he turned and began walking. They followed him for several minutes until they arrived at the incinerator. It looked like a giant oven with a large door. “Here it is,” Dutch said. “Now what?”
“Can you open it?” Brett
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