"Good girl," Vern told her gruffly. "Very good girl. We're gonna do that more."<br/><br/>Vern kissed her back as he ripped the duct tape off. He removed the wires from the controller and grinned.<br/><br/>A pain bitch. Holy shit, who'd ah guess, he thought as he put the toy away.<br/><br/>His hand to his back pocket. The cloth between his fingers and he snapped it out into the hood that it was. He gripped her hair to raise her head. The hood slipped down over her easily. He secured it on her collar after he tight it tight around her neck.<br/><br/>Then she was his just like Goth Princess. He cut the rope that held her wrist one at a time and cuffed her hands behind her back. The chain to her neck he left in place for now. His voice in her ear.<br/><br/>"Don't move I gotta find Jethro," He said and slapped her ass hard enough to leave his print.<br/><br/>He lied but she didn't know. Jethro was cuddle in that corner close to the Goth Princess. It looked like the old boy was just resting peacefully.<br/><br/>It was time to do a head count. Vern came up with three. He was short one. He did a good patrol of the room. Cursed and stepped outside the back door into the other hallway.  Nothing. Number four was MIA. Shit.<br/><br/>Vern came back into the room. He walked over to the door. His hand in Evie cunt. His eyes bearing down on her letting her feel what he wasn't going to give her. A brief touch before he stepped back and bagged her. Dropped that hood on her head and tightened it like the others.<br/><br/>Then he went for Jethro. The sound on an engine rumbled the glass of the window on the road side of the room. Vern glanced over, saw the driver and waved.  A moment later the van disappeared but the driver came in the rear door.<br/><br/>The accent was middle eastern, "Ready?"<br/><br/>Vern nodded, "Yeah one short. We'll take these and I'll come back for the other one."<br/><br/>