Mordecai stared sullenly at the screen.<br/><br/>Frank taunting the bitches and making threats that he didn't have the balls to back up and the Rev doing the sole train on Maddy.  It did not look very intimidating and terrorizing. It looked like wanton purposeless torture. That was NOT what Mordecai had directed.<br/><br/>Terrorizing and intimidating meant stating facts about the hopelessness of a situation and severely punishing minor infractions.  Making promises that would be kept to the letter. NEVER lying or overstating anything. When unsure say something general instead of something specific. Always offering an out that was unpleasant so that the choices were always between boiling oil and red fire ants.<br/><br/>Mordecai thought his instructions were simple enough. Terrorize the other two. Have the Rev make good his promise to Maddy.  Brand her in the interrogation room and finish with a three way gang bang.<br/><br/>He did not expect Maddy to talk. Not to them. Not now. Just get her sore and hurting just enough so that tomorrow or the next day he could take her in there with the Rev and she would be puking out anything he wanted from her by just running a permanent marker on her breasts where they were gonna scar her like the others.<br/><br/>This with the Rev and the burning the soles. Dammit!! Mordecai had planned for the 3 bitches to try an escape by Wednesday.  But hell NO!!  Not until that cunt's feet healed enough to run. And forget the FUCK out of tomorrow. If she's worked over hard tonight like the sample video suggests then she'll be down for a couple of days.<br/><br/>And then Frank and the bitches. The guys were already territorial about their bitches. This was gonna divide the team quicker than money. Frank was gonna find himself bleeding out from separate sacks if he kept fucking with the other two guys bitches.<br/><br/>PUSSY and MONEY!!!  How hard was that to focus on????<br/><br/>Mordecai took a shallow breath and released the tight grip on the arms of the lounger. He trusted all three men. He trusted Frank to be brutally efficient. The Reverend to be subtly evil. Jonesy to be a psychological mind fuck and a half. They were his most precious asset. He trusted them to do the job he sent them to do. Creatively. It was time to let them do it while he watched.<br/><br/>Helen butted into his thoughts with her usual Doctor stick.<br/><br/>His eyes never moved from the Big Screen. Mordecai raised one finger after Helen spoke. Silence.<br/><br/>Mordecai was annoyed. He never got angry. This was business. He was a professional. His hand slipped into his pocket and retrieved the five alligator clips with wire leads. He placed them on the arm of the chair displayed for Helen to see.<br/><br/>Then with a wiggle of his index finger, he motioned for Helen to move closer.<br/><br/>