<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post)</span><br/><br/>" I see...," Dallas said as he carefully listened to the girl now known as Nora. " So what did you do? Get tired of waifs pulling out of you from not lasting more than five minutes and decided to take the cash to become a techy?" He said with a crude laugh, " Everyone has a story ehh? So you were a whore and now you are a tech manipulator....interesting...which means you shouldn't have any squeamish feelings at all then for what it calls for..."<br/><br/>As he took another drag from his cigar and flicked the ash.<br/><br/>" You will probably be pleased to know that no one is going to ask for you to eat their fur burger, inhale their skin boat, or surprise backdoor fun," he then said, " You will however probably be pretty intuitive of those things for our lovely kitten kennel Mr. Prentiss has made. I think I like you already, I would say welcome aboard and would you please suck my cock but I think you'd have the iron flaps to say ' Fuck You'... which works very well...however...a final test if you will? As a lead trainer you will at some point be under the presence of the boss --- and the boss...well...he's a pretty brutal no shit guy. A slip up? A bad mistake? He'll have you in one of those play pens no time flat and turn you into a human door mat for some fat pig in New Thailand. So as a final...shall we say breaking in process...,"<br/><br/>Dallas signaled one of the henchman to go into a back room where, as a closet door opened, Nora could hear the muffled crying and shuffling of some unnamed woman being man handled and then shoved into the conference room.<br/><br/>The frightened young girl had no signs that she was assaulted or beaten but nevertheless, she was sweating along her brow with horror seen in her eyes. The brunette girl was barefoot, left only to be clothed in her panties and bra top, as she was placed against the table with her head held down, pointing towards Quinn.<br/><br/>"Nora meet the lovely Miss Stevenson...Chavelle Stevenson...one of GBI's annoying yet deadly informants. Miss Stevenson took out three of our guys so don't let the pretty green eyes and muffled ' save me' look fool you," he said before chuckling at the woman, " Yes poor you...saaaaave me...Ohhh save me...," as he joked and kept her held down.<br/><br/>He looked at Quinn for her approval.<br/><br/>" I would have loved to have turned this one into a compliant pet...trust me...look at these pair of government breasts and toned thighs? ," he continued as he forcefully shook the woman, " Sorry doll --- you could have been a happy hopping rabbit princess on this package...but orders are orders...," He nodded to one of the guards and placed in front of Nora was a long telescoping rotary hand drill.<br/><br/>" Now miss Nora...," Dallas said with a creepy and disturbed grin upon his face, " What I need you to do now is as I hold the lovely Miss Stevenson down...you will do the honors and end her suffering by kindly inserting the drill into one of these cute little eyes --- I'll tell you when to stop drilling...its kind of tough to get through the tissue, cartilage, and bone before we get to enter the brain...then something hilarious will happen," as he had to yell the last part while the woman began to hyper ventilate and beg in a state of horror and shock.<br/><br/>" So Miss Nora ...," he said with eyes of a cold murderer beaming upon her, " Do it. Now...," as he held up the woman's face.