<strong>Moussad ~ watching Madison</strong><br/><br/>Moussad relaxed when she looked for him. He crossed his arms over his chest in approval. His eyes shown with desire. She had proven herself and he wanted to reward her. As the cheers slowed down to a dull roar he stepped towards her from the back of the room.<br/><br/>It was then that the doors were thrown open and a mountain entered.<br/><br/>“Vern,” Moussad grinned.<br/><br/>His friend had finally come and the little bitch from last night had lived thru her ordeal. Moussad was delighted. It pleased him that she was naked and in chains. Even better that she was with Vern. Vern needed a bitch of his own. And she would keep the snakes exercised when Vern wasn’t using her. No one would complain then. No one would go to the infirmary for stitches or crutches.<br/><br/>Moussad looked up on the stage to Madison as the argument took place at the Orchestra pit. He gave Madison and signal to stay in place for now. He didn’t want her in the way when Vern shoved the Owl into the piano.<br/>