“fine by me…” Curly said, fixing his clothes before he hobbled over to his knife to pick it up. He then stood and approached Cassie and a shake of his head. “Of Suzie Q, I’m disappointed with you, Suzie Q” he murmured, before he grabbed a set of the plastic restraints he had and fastened them on her…hard. He wanted unyielding plastic to bite into her fucking wrists every time she moved wrong. He wanted her to feel the sting, and know she couldn’t relieve it. The cuffs wouldn’t kill her, not in the slightest, but they would be oh-so-uncomfortable for the whole joyous ride to the hideout.<br/><br/>After he was done, he’d patted her on the shoulder “We ain’t through yet. Not by a long shot” he said as he walked by. That bitch’s political capital was spent, and the only sound he wanted to hear out of her was the cries as her body was ravaged beyond repair. He was going to plug six impossibly fat inches of hard cock through her and stretch that bitch out senseless. He could already see it, and his soar balls reveled in the mix of pleasure and pain. He was gonna help pillage that pussy like it was the queen’s treasury, and then he was going to watch Larry put on a fucking show. He may even have time to buy popcorn.<br/>