Chapter Eighteen
Brian’s point of view
I stood over my latest girl. She was strapped down to the table, gag in her mouth, Sobbing. Her cries were muffled, just I just watched her cry... And cry... And cry…
And I felt nothing. Nothing at all.
My expression was blank. I. Didn’t. Care.
I pulled the gg out of her mouth, curious to hear what she had to say, how she planned to bargain for her life, I wanted to hear her beg.
‘Please, Please, I have a husband, children!’. I looked her over, she was probably no older than 25 maybe? And she was already married with children. Interesting. ‘My husband has money, he can give you anything you want, I sware’.
‘Is that how he got you to marry him? Gold digger re you?’
‘NO! I love my husband. My youngest is only 2 months old, He can’t grow
