“What the fuck is this?!!”

  The panic hadn’t set in yet, but it soon would. Right now, Don was too pissed off to do anything but scream in this face. He was positioned over a table, arms spread apart with this hands cuffed to the legs out in front of him. His chest and stomach were above the table, while his feet were firmly on the floor beneath him. He pulled at the cuffs, hoping to free himself. He looked like one of the many animals that he used to trap. At least those victims had the chance to free themselves, but this bastard wasn’t going anywhere. The restraints were heavy duty military issue hand cuffs. The table was solid oak being able to withstand the full weight of his body and more.

“Let me go, you sick fuck.”

“Not a chance, mister boss man.”

Don’s voice was frigid. His words cut like glass as they came out.

“You’re nothing, Perkins. The only way you got your job was because of your sister… now that was one sweet piece of ass. Lara was definitely fuck- worthy… but I shouldn’t have hired such a stupid fuck because of it.”

  David’s anger unleashed and he backhanded him hard across the face. Don was temporary stunned by the blow. He couldn’t control his rage when a piece of filth said something bad about his sister, especially since it was all lies. His sister would never do the things he was implying. He took his knife out of its sheath that was on his belt. He grabbed him by the hair on the top of his head, lifting it up, and putting the point of the knife under his chin. He wanted so much to kill him.