"Ahhh, I don't feel safe with this fucking bitch in here," one of the men groaned as they carelessly tossed her unconscious body onto the cold floor.
"Why don't we just fucking kill her now while she's out?" another suggested, wincing as they dragged her limp form into a chair.
"Of all the damn women to mess with this year, why her?" the first man groaned, pacing in agitation.
Jeff took a slow drag from his cigar, letting the smoke curl around him before exhaling lazily. "What can I say? The Master must be… bored."
He sighed, his gaze lingering on the helpless woman now bound in the cold metal chair, her head slumped forward.
"Did you see that son of a bitch?" Jeff asked, breaking the silence.
