<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Mallory's own squeals soon joined Blake's as she, too, was yanked out from under the bed by her ankles. Being very slight of stature, it was no problem for the burly man who had dragged them both out to dangle her upside down. She stared, terrified, at Blake's knees. Was that Margo's dress she could see behind him? What was <span style="font-style: italic">nice Margo</span> do-oh. Realization dawned, and anger followed. How <span style="font-style: italic">dare</span> she.<br/><br/>"You vile bitch!" Mallory yelled, her face getting redder and redder as she started to swing around in a pointless attempt to get free. "You gross, booger eating, tricksy whore!"<br/><br/>"I see what you mean!" A booming laugh sounded from somewhere near Mallory's feet. "She's something! I'll take them both!"<br/><br/>"You will do no such thing!" Mallory screamed as she was unceremoniously dumped on the floor. "We're our own masters, right Blake?!" She scrabbled towards him, her head pounding merrily along with her knuckles, but didn't get very far as she was soon hoisted up by her arm again and marched out along with her friend towards whatever fate awaited them.</div></div>