Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Sam’s room to Kitchen/Friday, 20 December 0757 to 0800<br/><br/>Tagging:  Sam and then Cal, Baxter, Olivia and Irina.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The weird feeling in Deke’s chest didn’t go away when Sam took his hand, stood, turned on her heels and offered the biker her hands to cuff; if anything, the feeling got<i>worse</i>, especially when she said “I’m ready.”  Did this shivering dumb-fuck little girl know what she was<i>doing?</i>What she was<i>setting herself up for?</i>If she had screamed and attacked him with just her fingernails,<i>that</i>he could have understood, even as he beat her to death for making such a dumb-fuck little girl move.  What the<i>fuck</i>was she doing?  It confused the shit out of Deke, and suddenly Sam didn’t seem like such a little girl anymore.  And it<i>wasn’t</i>because of her curvy, woman’s body or the wildly fucking outrageous outfit she just<i>happened</i>to have in her closet, though he couldn’t deny he had noticed both of those; his cock was getting hard in his jeans, for the first time in Lord knows how long.  “Shit, fuck, fuck …” he thought as he robotically restrained Sam’s absurdly slim wrists, cranking the cuffs down until they were tight but not quite biting into her soft skin.  He took a few deep breaths as his gaze wandered over the bound girl woman in front of him, and he tried to keep his eyes from lingering on her fabulous ass for too long before he turned her around.<br/><br/>Deke took another breath and then looked down into Sam’s big blue eyes; his voice seemed oddly firm and focused as he spoke, to himself at least.  “I<i>promise</i>you, you have a chance.  A<i>fair</i>chance, or at least as fair as chances ever get on this fucking shitty planet.  But<i>only</i>if you don’t start<i>whining</i>, and also don’t fuck up.”  Before his eyes could be drawn to Sam’s young, full, nearly naked tits, he turned and clamped his left hand onto her arm while his right hand took comfort in pulling the blade he’d carried in Iraq from its sheath, and he just about dragged her from the room …<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The hall bathroom upstairs was a bust; a running shower, but no other daughter.  That pissed Deke off almost as much as Shaun’s disappearance.  So he decided to link up with Cal downstairs, to see what he could do to salvage this shit-show.  As he pulled Sam behind him the bound woman began stumbling on her heels and it was all Deke could do to keep her from falling on her pretty little face; so Deke just sheathed his blade, picked up the girl and carried her down the stairs over his shoulder.  When they got to the kitchen the biker was glad he’d hurried.  He saw Cal with his gun out, pointing it at Mom as she fumbled around trying to zip tie Junior to a chair; Mom looked like she was having a stroke, and the zip ties were falling from her trembling fingers like tears in the rain.  “Holy<i>fuck</i>…”  Deke thought, as he looked at the bloodbath about to unfold in front of him.<br/><br/>Deke dropped Sam onto her heels and pushed her facing into a corner.  “Do<i>not</i>move, no matter what you hear, until you’re told to” he barked into her ear.  Then he moved behind Junior, shoved Mom out of the way and zipped Baxter to the chair as quickly as he could; Deke looked up at Cal and, as calmly as possible, told him “Okay, we’re good.  You can go ahead and put the gun down man.”   Then Deke zipped up Mom and the other daughter, and stood them facing into another wall; the other two chicks were almost comatose with fear, and the biker guided them around as if they were fucking zombies.<br/><br/>With all<i>that</i>fucking drama out of the way, Deke went over to Cal and took him off to the side, so they could keep an eye on everyone but also talk without being overheard.  “Hey man, thanks for having the fucking<i>balls</i>to go through the front door” Deke began in a low voice.  “We’ll worry about fucking Shaun later.  The whole family is secure, so we’re good.  We’re good man, it’s gonna be okay.  Mom and Princess …” Deke gestured over at Olivia and Irina “… look like they’re vapor locked, so I’m gonna take them downstairs and tie them to a couch or whatever; unless they wake up, they’re done and won’t be any fun.  Then I’ll go outside and look for fucking Shaun.  If he’s run, we’re<i>still</i>okay.  We’ll just take Mom’s car to get home, instead of having to jack an Uber or whatever.  Meantime,<i>you</i>can get started with Junior and Sam.”<br/><br/>At that Deke looked over at Sam standing in the corner, cuffed and in her corset, bondage harness and heels.  “So uh, about<i>her</i>. I told her we were here because Junior owed us for some meth.  She’s fucking<i>pissed</i>about that, and just pissed in general, which I like.  And she also just<i>happened</i>to have that outfit in her closet, and put it on for me, which I also like.  So she<i>lives</i>, unless she does something dumb-fuck stupid, like trying to fight or run.  And<i>no</i>cutting her or broken bones either.  You got that Brother?”  Deke looked Cal hard in the eyes before he went on.  “Junior on the other hand?  Feel free to cut his balls off and feed them to him, for all I care …”<br/><br/>After a quick laugh, Deke went over to Olivia and Irina and guided them from the kitchen, leaving Cal to handle Baxter and Sam …