<strong>Yoatz ~ with Maddy</strong><br/><br/>Yoatz turned his head to the sound of the open door. His finger pointing at the nurse, "YOU!! OUT!!"<br/><br/>Yoatz grabbed the bed pan out of Maddy's hands and threw it at the door. "That too!!"<br/><br/>"I got business here with this bitch so you tell that damn doctor to find someone to sew up for an hours. And when she comes back to bring a six pack of stout!"<br/><br/>"Now get the fuck OUT!!"<br/><br/>Yoatz didn't wait. He turned back to Maddy. His face red with the kind of rage feral dogs have.<br/><br/>He spoke between clinched teeth, as he reached out and grabbed her by the hair,  "Now lets talk about fucking off!"<br/><br/>He kicked the trash bin out from under her. His hand reaching for the cuffs at his belt.<br/><br/>He expected her to spill off on knees and hands. He was gonna cuff her ankles to her wrists while she was in that position. That would probably put her forehead to the floor so unless she rolled on her side her ass would be up and open.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to fuck her right then. He'd wait for the stout then give her time to beg him to let her go. Then he'd fuck her good. Giving him a good ride would determine if she got released or spent the night in that position.<br/><br/>She wanted a war she picked the wrong side of him. She was gonna get the kind of war that didn't take prisoners.<br/><br/>