She was slim, blonde and pretty, very feisty and had a mouth like a Martin Scorsese script. She was also bound at the wrist by a length of rope and was currently on the floor on her backside, being dragged unceremoniously along towards the post.
“She giving you a few problems, Tom?” the leader said, a grim leer on his face. “Maybe you should have gotten something a bit smaller, something easier for you to handle. A cat, maybe.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever,” said Tom, grimly, his face quickly reddening.
He finally managed to negotiate the last few yards and then lifted the young girl to her feet. He undid the rope and pushed her back to the post before retying her hands behind her around the pillar itself.
“Right, that's you sorted,” he announced, slightly out of breath.
“Tosser,” the
