Name: Cal Cassel<br/><br/>Location / Time: Kitchen, December 20th, 8:05am<br/><br/>Tagging: Baxter, Olivia, Irina, Deke & Sam<br/><br/>Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket<br/><br/>Relieved to see the biker emerge from the hallway and waste no time in pushing Olivia aside and adeptly strapping the plastic ties around Baxter’s limbs, Cal allowed the gun to slowly lower to his side. His mind, however, was still locked in kill-or-be-killed mode. Like his dad, or the friends who had abandoned him over the years when he’d needed them the most, Shaun’s no-show struck a still raw wound buried deep within him that he was neither prepared for, nor expecting to deal with. It wasn’t until Deke pulled him away and began talking him down that he felt his shoulders and forearms release and begin throbbing from the strain and force with which he’d thrusted the cocked weapon at the terrified family, like a wild animal caught in a trap.<br/><br/>Deke’s presence worked to calm him and as he listened to his partner’s words, his focus, zeroed-in directly on the boy since he’d entered the house, began to broaden and take in the totality of the room. He couldn't quite reconcile the incongruence of the mom and one daughter dressed in their plain white tops, jeans and sweatpants standing against the wall, contrasted with the gorgeous leather and fishnet clad girl in the corner, but if this was the way Deke worked, he couldn't wait to see what he’d find for mom and sis to wear.<br/><br/>He listened to Deke intently and met his gaze when he warned that nothing bad should happen to the handcuffed girl. “No way man. I won’t hurt her,” Cal replied, feeling that Deke had his back and he in turn was now bonded to look out for the biker. “And, Deke… thanks man… for, uh.. well you know, showin’ up and doing this.” He slapped his back as a gesture of thanks and watched as the hulking man lead the two women from the room.<br/><br/>Slowly, he moved towards Sam, savoring every inch of a perfect body that was further amplified and hyper sexualized by the fetish attire she wore. She was a knock-out. And like any beautiful woman, he thought, probably quite capable of manipulating men regardless of her young age. Yet, perhaps because of Deke’s warning, or simply because of her beauty, Cal felt himself instinctively warming to her against his will. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the walls to either side of her head, encompassing her small frame. He inhaled the sweet feminine scent of product in her hair, and gazed at the tiny hairs and goosebumps on her arms and back as she stood almost naked in front of him. Lowering his face so that his mouth almost touched her neck, he spoke to her in a whisper. “Hey. I know this is a fucked up situation, but if you just do what I say I promise I won’t hurt you. It’s your brother over there that’s gotten all of you in to this shit by takin’ meth from us that he couldn’t pay for.” He began slipping his fingers through her hair in long, soft strokes, his knuckles barely grazing the skin of her back and the leather of the corset as he did so. “I’m obligated by a code to right this wrong, so I got about as much choice in this as you do. Work with me and he lives. Don’t do what I say, and you’ll leave me no option but to hurt him.”<br/><br/>He tugged gently at the silver handcuffs and pulled Sam away from the corner, walking her over to stand a few feet in front of Baxter. “My partner says I should cut your balls off, Junior,” he announced as he grabbed a pair of scissors from the knife block of the counter. “These seem a little dull for the task though,” he scoffed sarcastically as he snipped the metal blades in the air inches from the boy’s face. “Still, I don’t think it’s fair that you’re the one who fucked up but it’s your sister who's standing all dressed up in her fuck-me clothes here. So, why don't we even the playing field?” Cal pressed the point of the scissors into the boy’s crotch and moved it back and forth, leaving marks in his jeans. “Relax kid. I’m not gonna castrate you... Yet.” With that he began cutting Baxter’s jeans at either side of his crotch from the waist down. With a single hard tug he yanked the denim until it ripped away and hung in a flap between the boys legs, then did the same to his underwear, fully exposing the boy’s sex as he sat helplessly bound to the chair. Cal stepped away leaving Baxter and Sam staring at each other a couple of feet apart. “There. Now this looks much better, don’t ya think?”