Postby Soul_Rebel » Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:22 am
"Here, drink this," Brad pulled out a bottle of water and helped the still-bound Szora drink. Brad pulled the cool liquid from her lips suddenly, and said softly, "so are you gonna tell me what's really happening between you and those men, or should I go find them and hand you over, so you can keep your secret?"
"It's complicated... you wouldn't understand...," Szora said tearfully. "Now wait a goddamn minute, your about as good to me now as you are with that gag on your mouth. I think I have a right to know exactly why I have a set of bullet holes in my cruiser, and why your "past" almost got us both killed!"
Szorza sighed, and began to relate her story, "Well, you see, I was born in Juarez, New Mexico. In a drug soaked border town, there isn't much room for the law abiding, and there isn't any place but below the ground for the weak. I had to grow up fast. When I was about 14, my parents lost their land, and I began running drugs for my uncle. I wasn't aware of it, in fact, I thought I was just delivering stuffed animals to orphanages and families. But one day my uncle got busted and extradited by the AFI from Mexico. I was only 17 at the time, and I knew no other path, needless to say I joined up with a cartel to support a simple living. Things went smoothly until the local boss got busted. I was his top assistant, and he relayed more information to me than his overly ambitious underlings. When he got taken down I was run out of town by a group of those jealous gang members. They were definitely the ones who set my boss up, however, it wasn't long before most of town blamed me for the lack of 'business' in town."
Officer Olens cut in,"makes sense, when the boss went down, i'm guessin' so did the wealth of the town, most of the town was probably receiving payment in some form from the cartel."
Szora responded and continued, "precisely, poverty began to take the town, and it didn't take long for the people to become desperate. A mob, led by those men, burned my parents house down, and beat my father to death. I never found out what they did to my mother, I like to hope she's alive out there somewhere. I fled south, far south. After doing odd jobs in a few towns I ended up involved in that bank robbery in Guatemala. I got away for awhile, but consequently it has all led me here. My past only haunts me, I cannot escape it all. I tell you, they will not let us reach the border."
Officer Olens seemed to experience some compassion for the young woman. "I've got a plan that just might work."
----On the highway an hour later.
The trio of cyclers came to a halt about 30 yds. from Brad's cruiser. Bard was holding a .357 gently against Szora's temple. She was bound tightly with rope, yet her legs were left untied so that she could walk. A 50ft. length of rope tied loosely around her neck was set about the desert highway in the direction of the gang. Szora stood somewhat firm for her situation, she lightly sighed through a thick blue cleave gag as the bikers approached the outstretched rope.
Brad Olens stood cooly with his gun in one hand and Szora in the other, "I've decided to accept your proposal, except that I want ten grand for this hellcat."
"All right greengo, it's a deal. José, arrange a briefcase for our amigo," the largest of the three returned. The money was arranged, and as the man called José approached to give Brad the case, the Officer gently prodded Szora to begin walking towards the men. The gang leader grappled the rope length, and began to pull her quickly. As Brad received and checked the case, Szora drew within 5 yds. of the gang leader.
"Ahh now, do you prefer pleasure before death, or just death, my little senorita?"
Szora tried to scream a bit,"mmmmrrammmph," and the leader began to chuckle. "So you want me to decide for you? Let's have some fun, or at least i'll have a good time." The cruel man ripped open Szora's shirt to find an unpleasant surprise. On top of the large breasts and bra belonging to Szora was what appeared to be a time bomb with a mere 15 seconds remaining on it.
"A bomb! what is this!" The whole gang was sent into a shock, the third member of the group standing off to the side ran for his cycle. The leader seemed rooted to the spot mesmerized by the surprise. The man standing in front of Brad had no time to react, José fell to the ground with a .357 round in his forehead. Just as the gang leader began to imagine something was up, that Szora seemed a little calm to be bound and gagged with a ticking bomb attached to her, he met his end too, as Brad fired two more rounds. The third man was already on his cycle, and had taken off a good 100 yards down the road. Brad, focusing his eyes, aimed and fired a round. It seemed to strike the man on the shoulder, but did not knock him completely off the bike.
"Damn," Brad said under his breath as he approached Szora. He pulled the fake bomb off of Szora's chest and spoke with a steady, focused voice, "Well I reckon that's not the last we'll see of our friends." Szora had a gleam in her eye, she looked at Brad, and leaned her head against his arm. "Well at least i've got a quiet tied up cutie by my side. There's no need to cover up a crime with a witness, nope won't need your help digging now, looks like there's no need for me to untie you after all." Szora looked up at Brad with an frustrated flash of the eyes and grunted a low pitched, "mmmmrmmmm." Brad just hugged onto her gently with his arm and began to walk her back to the mustang as the sun setted in the backdrop.
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!
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