<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg519717#msg519717">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 02-02-2008, 16:51:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The two fiends chuckled.<br/>"That's right," one of them said. "Beg! Or better yet, get down on your knees and beg!" He grabbed his own crotch suggestivly, making his partner laugh out loud, a cruel laughter in anticipation of what would come. Their eyes never left Mia, wondering what she would do next. Would she do as they said, or try to make a break for it? Either way they'd make sure they got what they wanted.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>In Mia's mind she very much knew what he was asking from her a normal girl would most likely tremble in fear, cry and such begging for mercy and Mia tried her best to put up a good show, her grip on the hilt of the knife hardened and she made herself ready to draw when the right moment presented itself.<br/><br/>"No... please... no!" She sobbed faking her voice into breaking on the brink of tears. She looked back and forth between them as a frightened rabbit who had been cornoured with no place to run. But regardless what she had said she slowly got down on her knees, first her left then the right. In her mind she wondered were the hell Mordechai was... if he didn't show up soon...<br/>She stood there in the snow on her knees looking up at the men only reason she was able to hold on to her santity was that knife she still had... she would show them what she could do with that...