<strong>Madison~Where's the Riot?</strong><br/><br/>There was little that comforted Madison, the hand on her rump only giving her more unwanted emotions to deal with. It was Moussad's fault that she nearly died and now he acted as if she hadn't been inches away from seeing the light. Whatever awaited on the otherside would have turned tail and run at the sight of Madison.<br/><br/>Feeling the grate beneath her she slowly managed to get her balance. Slime, sludge, filth, and anything else you could think of dripped from her naked body.<br/><br/>"Then we'll what?" she would have asked were it not for the voice from somewhere in the water treatment facility. It came from behind her and in the state she was in, turning wouldn't have been wise.<br/><br/>"What's number three?" Madi asked curiously. She began to remember the rooms with the cages and all the doors where screams could be heard and shuddered. Then came the fire hose and eyes nearly shot out of the sockets. "No! No no no no nononononononono! That's a fire house you damn camel humper! That's not meant for aaaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"<br/><br/>The blast hit the thin body like a freight train. Her body bent an swayed under the pressure like a palm tree at the center of a hurricane. She wrenched her body around until her back faced the jet and fell to her knees. The freezing water continued to rush over her. Moussad powerwashing her in a way that would make any homeowner envious. In no time she was clean, the loot beneath her balled up fists clean as well.<br/><br/>"You fucking idiot what the hell is wrong with you," she screamed/choked when the water stopped. Every fiber of her being shook fiercely. "Do you even have common sense?"