Victor's singular eye narrowed as his "little bird" slowly stripped off her bra. His head remained in it's cocked position as his dark eye darted to the right, noticing the hungry stare of his men, and then it darted right: his men had the same expression, their jaws dropped, hands moving to their crotches to either hide their growing erections or to subtly stimulate themselves. He grit his teeth, debating on how to handle this situation. His own cock stirred, pressing against his pants leaving a noticeable bulge that he didn't bother to adjust.<br/><br/>He exhaled audibly as he took a step forward, his boot clacking against the ground.<i>Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. </i>With five steps he stood in front of his little bird. His eyes looked down at her perky breasts and her thumbs that teasingly pulled against her underwear. He'd gone partially blind once because of a cunt that decided to shove her thumb into his eye after he'd shoved his cock into her. He smiled at her words, teasing, alluring and clearly trying to get the two of them alone.<br/><br/>"Well." he said, pursing his lips together, his hands moved up her waist— ironically gently rather than roughly. "It seems we have an eager little cunt over here don't we?" He asked to his men who grinned and laughed. "What do we say boys?" He asked, this time rhetorically. "Do I simply fuck her or give a little show to all of ya'll?"<br/><br/>The men cheered at the thought of a show. Truly these were desperate creatures. "Let's see that cunt of her's." one man cried out, another joined in tandem, "Fuck her in the ass Victor."<br/><br/>Rather than indulging his men, Victor stood, silent as his eyes raked the half naked woman in front of him. "Well. They seem to have their own tastes." He rotated his hand in a circular motion, "Turn the fuck around, except." Without his gaze wandering, his hand pointed to Aaron. "Him. Toss him a shank." The command was followed, leaving Aaron confused as he took the shiv in his hand.<br/><br/>Victor's stern gaze met Aaron's. On the ground, Aaron wheezed as he tried to breath— but every breath felt like he was being stabbed. He had a broken rib or two without a doubt.<br/><br/>"If the cunt tries anything. You stab the bitch. An if you think about getting any smart ideas. Well." He motioned to the man to the right of him. He was burly, bald and obedient without a doubt. "The hound over there will make sure you take your last breath. And it'll be more painful than those gasps of air you're taking now."<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to the prize in front of him as Aaron reached for the shank, clutching what was a spoon in his hand, his eyes meeting Brandy’s for a moment.<i>Why was she doing this? Where was that tenacity from earlier? <br/>
</i><br/>Victor’s hands moved down to her ass, and pulled on the elastic of her panties, tugging down the thin cloth. He let it fall to the ground, is fingers tightened around her curves, squeezing her flesh all while a smile curled up on his lips.<br/>