Bryn sobbed as she was placed on teh floor.  Somehow she already knew what was coming, and when the two men released jets of urine on her she curled in a ball, trying to protect her face.  SHe cried out and sobbed as the urine stung her open wounds, trembling.  It seemed as though they were intentionally hitting every part of her abused body.<br/><br/>When they were finally finished, and Drake walked out the door she looked up at Markus, sobbing and waiting to see what he was going to do.  Was he really going to take her home?  Her mind was so muddled, it hadn't even really sank in that he had cut her gas line, and just admitted t it, and that she wouldn't even have been here if it hadn't have been for him.<br/><br/>"Please . . ."  She whimpered, but didn't' really know what she was pleading for.  SHe looked at teh door as she heard the other bikers start filling the bar, and she looked back at Markus, moving just slightly closer to him and pushing herself against his legs.<br/><br/>"Please don't leave me here . . ."<br/><br/>She knew she was dooming herself to torment, and likely a lot more rape, but it would be better than what would happen if she stayed in teh bar.  That would most likely end in death, or becoming a gang whore by force.