<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos anger had build up constantly. It was the second time she had insulted him and he wouldn't let it sit this time. Of course he didn't remove the shoes. But when she returned he knew immediately what she had done in the bathroom. Her entire body language had changed and he was long enough in the force to know what had managed that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“You can help yourself to whatever. Like I said earlier, I’m not your maid.” </span><br/><br/>He got up and walked over to her. She ignored him, but she wouldn't for much longer. He would make sure of that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'll do. I help myself to some bitch who thinks she can avoid my anger by snuffing up some lines in her nose. I guess she needs a proper lesson, one she will not forget."</span><br/><br/>His hands grabbed her arms, throwing her over his shoulder, ignoring her kicking feet and her fists hitting on his back. The first door didn't lead to her bedroom, but the second one did. He entered it and threw her on the bed, not bothering about lowering the height. While she still catched her breath, he took his handcuffs from his belt and slung them around the top crossbar closing them on her wrists. He pulled the belt out of her robe and grabbed one leg.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, Stevens, don't you regret yet that you didn't fetch me that beer? It was a test, to see your reaction, coke was the wrong answer."</span></div>