Mordecai watched in fascination. His groin aching with hunger as the girl pulled on the restraints with each slice of the knife and screamed while Frank marked her. Beautiful job.<br/><br/>Jonesy's voice flooding that other bitch with poison enough to have her screaming at the one person who could pull the bitches together as a team and get out of here alive.  Mordecai could have wept.  It was going sooo damn well.<br/><br/>His voice thick with emotion as he finally spoke, "Take a break for a couple of minutes while I check on our VIP in the other room."<br/><br/>McCallahan didn't bother to wait for a reply. A couple of minutes waiting would heighten the victims fear. The men's arousal.  It was meant to be all good.<br/><br/>He stepped into the interrogation room once more. Turning his attention to the Reverend. Mordecai made it a policy to speak with someone free before addressing property.  It was meant to put slave bitches in their place right for the start.<br/><br/>Mordecai asked quietly in a calm voice as if asking about the weather, "Anything Reverend?  Does this piece of ranch property want to give me the codes yet?"<br/><br/>