The girl shrieked when the lights went out, freezing for a moment than relaxing as the two men inside her hesitated, daring to hope that they were going to go deal with the lighting problem. But instead they continued, content to let Illario go handle the issue they were running into. She flailed wildly, pinned between them as they tortured and teased her, only stopping and freezing when Luca leaned down and whispered to her. She let out a faint sob, even with Vessini sticking up for her. Just wanting it all to end. Her wrists were killing her, struggling as much as she was, Luca continuing to push deep into her core, slamming into the back of her tight hole. She let out a pained scream through the gag as they both rammed in deep her body clenching down so tightly she could feel them throbbing as they spilled their seed within her, pressed as deep as it would go.<br/><br/>When they were done, they pulled out, leaving her hanging, still full of their seed. She went limp, shaking as tears trickled down her cheeks. They were done… finally done. She let out a sob, spinning slowly in a circle as she hung there, gasping and trembling, thanking god that it was finally over. She just wanted them to let her down. They’d had their fun.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><b>6:40 PM April 16, 1964<br/>
New York, New York<br/>
Outside the warehouses<br/>
</b><br/>Oscar walked out of the car, almost laughing as he caught sight of the young man, already asleep. Deciding he would let him sleep a bit longer, the grizzled old man walked out onto the docks, looking out over the water. The boy wasn’t stupid. He had to know what was going to happen to the girl. He’d promised not to kill her, but he had to punish her father somehow. That left precious few options. He wasn’t disgusted with himself for what he’d just done, but he instead blamed Antonio for forcing his hand with the girl. There hadn’t been any other choice, really. And tomorrow he’d make their father suffer…<br/><br/>Turning around, he gently tapped on the window to wake the young man back up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Come on Mike…. Lets get out of here.” </span>he really needed a drink. And there was plenty of that back at the offices.