Outskirts, gravel factory.
A group of thugs sat around playing cards.
The Redhead chewed gum, scratching his back with a steel pipe.
"Boss, you think that chick will stand us up?" One-eyed Dragon, spinning two iron balls in his hand, smirked. "Stand me up? She doesn't want her construction site anymore?"
"Is the room ready?" Redhead grinned sleazily, pointing to a nearby small cabin.
"Boss, rest assured, we've got everything: props, handcuffs, whips, you name it."
"When the chick arrives, we'll throw her in first, and the brothers will guard the door for you, boss."
One-eyed Dragon patted Redhead's shoulder, very satisfied. "Don't worry. When I'm done playing, the brothers will have their fun too."
One-eyed Dragon was always a pervert. Since Redhead told him that Molly was a stunne
