Victor was, well to put it plainly Victor<i>was</i>confused. In all his years, and of all the "little birds" he'd taken on this was the first one to be on her knees in her underwear. His eye narrowed.<i>This had to be a ruse.</i>He looked at his men and took a step forward, his head cocked to the side as he eyed her nearly nude body. She was definitely<i>fuckable</i>. He swallowed as he stood there without muttering a word for a moment. His eye darted over to the wall where he could hear the muffled thumps and grunts as his men beat Aaron.<br/><br/>Pursing his lips he nodded his head as if he had finally formulated a plot. If this was a ruse, one of his men could easily get killed. Worse,<i>he</i>could get hurt or killed. The girl's bark rang in his ears— if given the chance she'd most likely bite his cock off. He very much liked his cock intact.<i>Divide and conquer</i>. Rang in his ears for a moment. But at the sometime he didn't want some other man's cock to taint that untested pussy.<br/><br/>"Go get that fucker." Victor motioned towards Aaron's room. He ran his hand through his beard as he pointed his finger towards Brandy, "Strip. But away from the bed." He commanded. Waiting for her to move off the bed, he motioned to his two other men. "Search her bed and the room. Make sure she doesn't have anything hidden away that could prove to be dangerous to us."<br/><br/>"You're a cute little thing. I lost my eye to a cute little thing like you. And I'd rather not make the same mistake twice."<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">-Meanwhile Next Door-<br/>​</div>Aaron stared aimlessly at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. The days of comforting sleep had long left him. He couldn't remember that last time he had slept without worrying that someone was going to kill him. He exhaled deeply as he closed his eyes for what seemed like a brief moment only to be jolted awake by a clawing hand that grabbed at his shoulder and ripped him out of the bed. Immediately his instinct was to curl up into a ball, tucking his head behind his arms and curling his legs in to protect his stomach— protect the essentials, the beating could last for only so long.<br/><br/>He could feel hardened leather boots kick at his back and sides. One kick was well placed and knocked the breath out of him, leaving him gasping for air, his fetal position loosened as he tried to breath but continued to fail. He could only think of one outcome of this: death. But as this thought passed the kicking stopped. His lungs expanded— though with every breath he winced. Aaron definitely had a few broken ribs. Wheezing, two of the three men dragged him out of his cell and into the hallway, a fourth joined and lifted him up and carried him into Brandy's room.<br/><br/>His vision was tinted red and blurry, he looked over to see the redhead on her knees on the bed and then he saw her rise and take a step away from the bed.<i> They were going to make him watch while they raped her weren't they?</i>