"Hey Dave...Don't try to hide from me, baby...I just want to play."<br/><br/>Thomas pointed the flashlight directly at Dave, shining the light in his eyes.<br/><br/>"You'd better come with me right NOW, you worthless piece of shit. Otherwise I'll blow your goddamned cock off. You understand me, fuckwit?"<br/><br/>In actuality, it might've been better for Dave if Thomas<em>had</em>blown his cock off. At least it would've been over quickly. Thomas was planning on doing<em>very</em>bad things to Dave's genitalia, involving a blowtorch, a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. He was also feeling horny again, despite the pain in his arm, and had a hankering to rape Dave's ass. He'd never thought of himself as bisexual before, but he'd really enjoyed raping him in the garage, and now he wanted to do it again. So...things weren't looking good for Dave. In fact, the outlook was decidedly bleak.