Thomas Williams was a happy man. It was working out perfectly. The lovely couple would soon be arriving in Paris, and there'd be a nice surprise awaiting them. Nice for<em>him</em>of course- not so fucking nice for them. Not very fucking nice for them at all.<br/><br/>A car would be waiting for the lovebirds at the airport- bribing the guy at the car hire company had been even easier (and cheaper) than he'd expected. It would take them not to their hotel, as they expected, but to a garage that he'd rented on the outskirts of the city, about 15 minutes from the airport. And he'd be waiting for them with his .45 and a bottle of chloroform. When they woke up they'd be chained to the garage ceiling and ready for him to do whatever he wanted to them. And the garage was fully soundproofed too- no one would hear them scream.<br/><br/>And Thomas had plans...boy, did he have plans. He had all of the power tools that he needed, plus a bunch of sex toys. He was gonna have fun with the bitch and her asshole of a boyfriend. They'd be screaming and begging for mercy soon enough, but he wasn't going to give them any. They'd used him to get their filthy little hands on his money, and now he was going to use them for every sick pleasure that he'd ever dreamed of. Yeah- it was payback time, and it was coming soon. He had a hard-on already.<br/>