Bobby Boy was indeed yelling at Randall fucking King through the door hole thingy, and I stifled my laughter at the irritation in his tired voice. “Ooo, baby boy, you’re impeccably late!”
Shoving my way through to Bobby, I tapped his meaty shoulder and gestured to the angry eyeball outside the door.
“That’s mine. Let him in.”
Bobby looked at me and then at Papa Buns beside me.
“He’s my assistant. You brutes paid for actual quality, mind you. Don’t fucking piss me off, or I’ll make sure you get the premium fee for annoying me.”
Samurai Rope Daddy waved a hand at Bobby, and the idiot finally opened the door.
The minute Randall saw me, or rather the very obviously drugged woman beside me, he froze.
“Any other surprises you have, or can we get to fucking work?” Master Bub Boy griped.
“But of course! Lead the way.”
Randall looked apprehensive, but I gave him a look that had his ass shutting up and following us to the back.
“Place the subject in quarantine zone.”
The quarantine zone was, unfortunately, a little corner in the back with a small shower.
Good thing this bitch was high off her ass because whatever was about to spray her from the nozzle sure as shit wasn’t water.
“You are an unclean child. Cleanse yourself so that you may serve your masters.”
Randall and I exchanged a look behind Shortie’s back as he led the woman to the shower. She obeyed his commands and followed his orders when he told her to undress.
I didn’t get hard at the best of times for women nowadays, but zombie half-dead bitches certainly weren’t doing it for me.
Screams.
The smell of burning flesh hung in the air, making me feel like I was at a Sunday barbecue.
“There, there. It’s nearly done,” Boss man cooed.
I counted in my head the seconds the acid shower went on for, while keeping Randall back with my foot.
“No.” I mouthed to him. “I’m sorry,”
Randall looked more ill than I’d ever seen him. Good boy that he was, he wanted to save the poor chick. I didn’t want to watch the torture, but it wasn’t exactly an option.
“It is done. Now we may begin.”
Randall grabbed the woman from the showers and helped her out a little too delicately, so I distracted Bun Boy.
“Yep. That went great. Such a yummy smell. What next? Wanna be sure I follow all your rules for this recipe.”
Short fuck smiled and walked to a side room without a word. Fuckkk.
Dopey was red as a tomato. Her skin rippled in a sizzle-like way. How the fuck she hadn’t passed out must’ve been the drugs in her system.
“Prep her. I’m ready.”
Oh yay. That sounds not at all creepy.
I reached forward, grabbed the woman’s other arm, and guided Randall to hold her correctly. I didn’t know what kind of prep there was, but it didn’t bode well.
