Splotchy Hair came up from behind Kinzer and wrapped another chain around his neck. Kinzer grabbed at it.
Double Chin came up beside him. He slapped a cuff around Kinzer’s wrist and affixed the other to a pipe in the wall.
Oh, shit.This guy's in way over his head.
“Hold him!” Emaciated said, crawling toward Kinzer.
Kinzer kicked at him.
Grabbing him by the ankles, Emaciated forced Kinzer’s legs apart.
Double Chin slid Emaciated’s pants and boxers to his knees.
Emaciated’s erect head tapped against Kinzer’s hole.
“Fuck, this is hot!” Emaciated exclaimed.
Everyone was distracted, too busy to notice Kid, who lunged at Emaciated, grabbed him by his full head of hair, and rammed his skull against the pipe that Kinzer’s hand was cuffed to.
He rammed his head into the pipe again…and again.
The pipe split open.
Double Chin seized Kid by his ankle and dragged him across the floor. Kid’s shoulder blades burnt against the cement as the now-unconscious Emaciated collapsed.
“Get over here, you rat!” Double Chin flipped the knife so the blade was facing Kid.
Kid did the fastest sit-up of his life and bashed his fist into Double Chin’s balls.
“Fuck!” Double Chin dropped the knife and curled into a fetal position.
Kinzer slipped his cuff through the break Kid had made in the pipe with Emaciated’s head. He pointed his fingers out and threw them behind his head, jabbing them into Splotchy Hair’s eyes.
Splotchy Hair screamed out and dropped the end of the chain.
Kinzer loosened the chain tied around his neck and gasped for air.
Kid was impressed with his and Kinzer’s handiwork. Watching the wounded johns writhe in pain was satisfying.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Marzo stood at the door, his face red and covered in welts Kid presumed he’d received when Kinzer’d beaten his way into the room.
Marzo zapped a Taser in his hand.
Kid’s excitement diminished.
“Kid,” Marzo said, shaking his head. “You’ve been a bad boy.” He stomped toward him.
Kinzer kicked Marzo’s ankle.
Marzo fell forward, the Taser flying from his hand.
His elbow hit the bare concrete floor.
Kid caught the Taser mid-air.
“Fuck,” Marzo said, nursing his elbow.
