“Okay, b***h. We know you're dealing dope around here. Tell us where your connection's holed up and we'll let you go.”
Lori struggled against her assailants but her strength failed in a short time. She was in her late twenties but had spent far too much time smoking w**d and drinking beer than she had back in her high school days when she permanently bonded with Max and the g**g. She had been somewhat athletic back them, but cigarettes and alcohol had taken their toll. She was still a good-looking woman but her strength and endurance were not what they used to be. She didn't know how much pain she could endure. If they tried to beat the information out of her she was not sure if she could hold out.
“I don't know what you're talking about! Let me go or I'll call the cops!”
“You d**g-deal
