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David’s screams reverberated through the walls.
The Bulgarian cunts had searched them, and stolen both their cell phones. They’d even removed the batteries and snapped their sim cards in half. There would be no calling for help, not that he had anybody to call for help in the first place. Alice refused to speak. She just sat in the corner of the spare bedroom they’d been dragged into and stared at him. The stares were interrupted, once in a while, by a shake of her head. The screams were punctuated by what Andre thought sounded vaguely like s*x sounds. A high pitch scream followed by grunts and groans. Another scream and then more grunts and groans. They’d managed to hit a nice rhythm as the afternoon sun filtered through the closed curtains. Andre pretended he was conducting an orche
