FIFTY
Her – Tied – Mike – Tom – Cut
"What the hell? I said not her face – we need her to stay pretty." An angry woman's voice broke through the darkness.
"She attacked me with a knife," Mike muttered.
I'll do it again. Cut me free and I'll claw something off with my bare hands...
"What's your excuse, Tom?" She sounded bored.
"She tried to take her nails to my face. She almost scratched my eye. I didn't hit her hard. She just landed on her face, is all." He sounded even more bored than her.
Not Chris. Tom. Tom's the prick who first r***d me, who broke my fingers, who's also going to die... I listed it all out in my head. If only I could see his face, so I could memorise his features.
"You've got the rest of her to do what you want with. Just leave her face, is all. It'd be nice if
