Jack Nixon<br/>Location: Farmhouse outside Reedland, Utah<br/>Time: Day 1, 7:25 PM<br/><br/><br/>It was amusing seeing her struggle to get comfortable, like a flapping fish on a boat deck. Amusing and arousing, this was how a woman was supposed to be, helpless and at your mercy. Not calm and collected looking down their noses at you because they considered you ugly.<br/><br/>The thought of those snotty women brought a flash of anger and Jack reached out and pushed her over, grabbing her hair and rubbing her face in the muck. Then he pulled her back up into a sitting position and grinned at her. Not so smug now are we face covered in mud. “You are all mucky.”<br/><br/>He grabbed her top and ripped part of it away, using it to roughly clean her face. The feeling he got by exercising his petty power made him hard, maybe he should get a quick fuck in now? But the cops where close and besides he wanted the meth in her first.<br/><br/>“If you speak above a whisper I will rip out your throat and all those cops will find is you and a pool of your blood.” He undid the gag and looked at her, “What?”<br/>