Kate whimpered as the barrel was roughly removed from her mouth, the thick taste of blood pooling in her throat from the surface wound he’d given her.  How ironic it would be with her own weapon.  It was at that moment she knew her life as she’d known it before was over.  She’d be his now, until he got bored, and then...?  Then what?  Those girls never turned up, alive that is.  Little did she know when she got up this morning<br/><br/>His patience was waning, his face had become stoney set as he took his seat once more.  She didn’t have to ask which was Kai.  She suspected already But he wasn’t wasting any more time.<br/><br/>At his orders to strip, Kate looked at him with sheer incredulity.  And then each of the mindless oafs in turn.  Catching Kiisuya's eye once more he was now all business.  No patience and no tolerance.   It seemed he wasn’t going to permit her to remain clothed.  Knocking those stray hairs back behind her ears once more Kate tried valiantly to stand, crying out in agonising pain when her insides went to complete mush.  The impact from Kisuya's punch was hard on the petite detective.  Usually she could,,, fuck!  She couldn’t stand.<br/><br/>Pained she raised her eyes to her captor's.  Non-plussed the beauty sighed and began an extraction of her clothes right there on the floor folding them neatly reading to pass to the one he’d called Kai.<br/><br/><br/>A simple deep breath allowed her the freedom to undo her jeans.  Kate looked between the men, all eyes on her but everywhere else at the same time.  Little by little she unsheathed herself until she remained, trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat from the pain, clothed in nothing but her underwear.   Her clothes were stacked neatly beside her.  One look at Kisuya told her he meant fully, as in naked, his impatient features turning her blood cold.  Nervously, and at great pains she stretched round to unhook the barely there scrap of lace she called a bra allowing it to fall into her lap, her arms hiding her perfect fleshy globes he’d been groping a few short minutes ago,  Kate remained on her knees, a quivering wreck, her head hung low with shame and contempt.