Teaser:
Nella was seated on the sofa with Eduardo and the other girl, and Olivia was in the middle of the room with Jose, who had put the gun in his waistband.
"So," Jose was saying to Olivia. "You do not wish to obey us, eh?"
"You've got it, mister," Olivia replied, but her voice was already tinged with a touch of fright.
"The bed is no place for a girl like you," Jose smirked.
"Well, now we're starting to understand each other," Olivia nodded, standing perfectly still as Jose walked over to her.
The big man suddenly seemingly reached out with an open hand, and he slapped the girl on the side of the head, hitting her so hard, fire exploded in her brain. She crumpled to the floor, too dazed with pain to even whimper, but Nella, staring, gasped and half-rose. Eduardo restrained her, shaking his head.
"For one such as you," Jose said, "the floor is good enough. I will not waste a bed on the likes of you."
He proceeded to unbutton his olive shirt, pull it off, and toss it to the side, revealing a hairy forest of a chest.
"Now," he snapped at Olivia, "the time has come for you to learn. Instead of me taking off my pants, you, chiquita, will do so."
He pulled the revolver from his belt, a small nickel-plated pistol, with a long barrel but at this close range extremely dangerous. With the barrel of the gun he tapped his belt buckle.
Nella was seated on the sofa with Eduardo and the other girl, and Olivia was in the middle of the room with Jose, who had put the gun in his waistband.
"So," Jose was saying to Olivia. "You do not wish to obey us, eh?"
"You've got it, mister," Olivia replied, but her voice was already tinged with a touch of fright.
"The bed is no place for a girl like you," Jose smirked.
"Well, now we're starting to understand each other," Olivia nodded, standing perfectly still as Jose walked over to her.
The big man suddenly seemingly reached out with an open hand, and he slapped the girl on the side of the head, hitting her so hard, fire exploded in her brain. She crumpled to the floor, too dazed with pain to even whimper, but Nella, staring, gasped and half-rose. Eduardo restrained her, shaking his head.
"For one such as you," Jose said, "the floor is good enough. I will not waste a bed on the likes of you."
He proceeded to unbutton his olive shirt, pull it off, and toss it to the side, revealing a hairy forest of a chest.
"Now," he snapped at Olivia, "the time has come for you to learn. Instead of me taking off my pants, you, chiquita, will do so."
He pulled the revolver from his belt, a small nickel-plated pistol, with a long barrel but at this close range extremely dangerous. With the barrel of the gun he tapped his belt buckle.