Frank just grinned and folded his arms. Looking over the three bitches, he could imagine what he would do to each of them. He only hoped that the fight wouldn't be beaten out of them by the time it was his turn. Of course he did get to play with the youngest one first. That would certainly be entertaining. With that thought, he bowed his head and began his prayer.<br/><br/>"Dear God, we come before You today to give thanks for Your blessings. Your blessing of three tasty cunts to abuse and the cash we have stolen. I thank You for the opportunity to expand their horizons along with their cunts, asses and pain tolerance. God, I pray that they will not die during my fun time. Please help me to find new ways to give these sluts equal amounts of pleasure and pain. In the name of Lucifer, Amen."<br/><br/>Frank looked up at the boss bitch.<br/><br/>"Stupid slut, religion is a weak man's excuse not to do anything," he growled out. "Some of the shit I plan to do to you was invented by fuckin' Catholics during the Inquisition. God has nothin' to do with this. You were just in the wrong moment at the wrong time from your point of view. From mine, it was the perfect moment and the perfect place. Wine bottles? That will be the start, cunt. Now I suggest you SHUT THE FUCK UP before I start making my toy over there pay for your noise. Wonder how long she can live after I cut off one of her tits."