Payback

S.M. Wolf

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Stacey, Lacey, Keith, Bruno, Max, Vince, Rachel and this story are copyrighted 2014 by S.M. Wolf. The characters and story may not be used without prior, written permission of the author. Any resembalance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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" NO!" Stacey screamed in horror. The naked vixen tried to turn and run, but there was nowhere to go, and two large guards grabbed her and forced her down to the ground before she could take two steps anyway.

A middle-aged gray wolf walked up to Stacey and looked down at her with unconcealed contempt. One of the guards asked, "Do you want her drugged, sir?"

"No," the wolf said in a slow drawl. "I know what that is like, thanks to her. I want her awake and able to remember every second of what is going to happen to her.

"I would appreciate it if you could hobble her and secure her arms. I do not want her to try running away again or give me trouble transporting her."

The guards were more than happy to oblige. They knew the story of the rich vixen and her secret life. It had been headlines for the past several years how she had concocted a drug cocktail to befuddle her victims before taking them to her lair to torture and rape them. The drugs left them unable to remember what had happened and how their strange wounds had appeared over the course of the days that they had been missing. Only the videos of their torture allowed them to see what had transpired. Those same videos, kept by her so that she could relive her fun repeatedly, had also convicted the vixen.

Keith was her first known victim, and the guards were more than happy to see him take ownership of Stacey as she entered judicial slavery as punishment for her crimes. They were certain that her punishment would be everything that she deserved, and likely even more.

The guards secured Stacey's ankles together with a one-foot-long chain attached to two heavy manacles on her ankles. Two more heavy manacles went on her wrists. They forced her arms behind her body and secured her wrists with a short chain. A third chain ran from her wrists to her ankles. When they were done, the vixen was barely able to move.

"Do you need help getting her home, sir?" one of the guards asked.

"I would appreciate some help taking her to my car," Keith replied.

The guards frog-marched Stacey out of the courthouse where her auction had been held, past the many interested spectators and into the parking lot. Keith opened the trunk of his sedan. He turned to Stacey and commanded her, "Get in!"

Stacey just stared at him in shock. She could not seem to grasp the meaning of his words. It was if he was talking to her in a foreign tongue.

Keith nodded. As the cameras filmed, the guards picked her up and roughly deposited her in the trunk. She screamed repeatedly. Keith slammed the trunk lid in her face. The sounds of her screaming could still be heard as he got into the car and drove away. The policefurs cut off the paparazzi and reporters that tried to follow him, and he was left alone to head off with his rapist turned slave.

A half hour later, the trunk opened. Stacey blinked at the sudden return of bright light. She looked up to see Keith framed by the late-afternoon sun.

"Get up!" he ordered her.

Instead of trying to get out of the trunk, Stacey scooted as far away from him as she could. Her back and tail pressed hard against the sedan's rear seat.

Keith sighed in exasperation. He reached in and grabbed for her collar. Stacey tried to bite him, but he gave her a hard swat to the head that partially dazed her. He pulled her out of the trunk by her collar and let her body fall to the parking lot's hot asphalt. She landed with a dull thud.

"Ow! That hurt!" the vixen complained.

"Better get used to it, bitch," Keith told her. "You know the rules of this game even better than me, since you played it so long with so many of us. Only now, the roles have been reversed."

Keith leaned down and yelled at the quailing vixen, "You're our slave now, and you will do what we tell you to do! If you do not, we will just use your insubordination as an excuse to hurt you more!

"Now get up!"

Stacey hunched her shoulders. She knew that Keith was telling the truth. She had been convicted of over a thousand counts of kidnapping, rape and torture. Her sentence had been to be sold to the highest bidder as a slave. Her owner could do whatever he wanted to her, and she could do nothing to stop him. If she escaped, the police would just find her and bring her back, and they would do nothing when he punished her, no matter how horrific the punishment was. Her owner was granted carte blanche and would not be held responsible for her pain and eventual death, if that was what he wanted. It was the most severe sentence that the judiciary could dole out. Even worse, she was now owned by one of her victims, and she knew he would have no mercy for her as another fur that bought her as an oddity might grant her.

Keith stood up. He pushed her onto her belly with his foot.

"Last chance. Get up, or get punished!" he told her.

Stacey whimpered, but she also made her way with difficulty to her feet. She looked at him and pleaded with her eyes, but his steely gaze told her that he was not going to fall for her entreaty.

Keith grabbed her right bicep and pulled her toward the door to a storefront. For the first time, Stacey realized that they were at a small strip mall. Her new owner was taking her up to an empty storefront. The interior was hidden by blinds covering the door and windows. Apparently, they were expected, because the nameless door opened when Keith pulled on the handle. He half pushed her into the brightly lit interior.

Stacey took one look inside and screamed.

Waiting for the pair were eleven more furs. Stacey knew them intimately. They were more of her victims. They were standing in a small group, eating hors d'oeuvre and sipping drinks while they talked. They fell silent and turned to face Stacey.

Stacey tried to turn and run away again. She ran into Keith. He grabbed her and turned her around. Several more paws grabbed her and pulled her forward into the center of the small group. She turned around and around, looking at the twelve furs that encircled her. All she saw were hard, unsympathetic faces.

"Please, mercy!" Stacey cried out as she fell to her knees.

"Did you ever give any of us mercy?" the black bear in front of her asked in a rumbling voice. She knew that his voice was raspy because she had forced things down his throat and injured his trachea and vocal chords among other things. She thought his name was Vince.

Stacey bent double and started crying uncontrollably. She had never, ever thought that anything this horrible could ever happen to her. She had been so smart, with the drugs and other things she had done to hide herself. Even when she was caught, she had assumed that her wealth would protect her. It had not, and now she was at the mercy of her victims.

Strong paws lifted her from the floor and carried her toward the back of the store.

"Recognize the décor?" Vince asked sarcastically.

For the first time, Stacey looked past the furs and saw what else was in the room. She screamed and tried to kick out with her feet. She wanted nothing to do with what she saw.

The inside of the store had been filled with the instruments of torture that she had used upon the furs in her lair. She knew each piece of bondage furniture, every whip and paddle, every dildo and every other instrument of pain and pleasure in intimate detail.

Stacey's victims manhandled her to a spanking bench set in the center of the room. They forced her face down onto the bench. A clip was attached to her collar. Her head was held hanging over one end of the bench. Her manacles and chains came off and fell to the floor. A wide leather strap went around her waist and pressed her belly hard against the padded leather surface of the bench top. They briskly forced her arms and legs into position so that she was crouching on her elbows and knees before securing her arms and legs with straps at her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. A cuff went around her tail and was secured to the back of her collar. She was left with her thighs spread wide to expose her sex and her bare ass high in the air, waiting for her punishment to begin.

The vixen lifted her gaze, and she found a rack of paddles, canes and floggers directly in front of her. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but she was too securely bound to even scoot back an inch. She was not going to get away, no matter how hard she tried.

"Leave her be," Keith said. "Let her stew for a while before we get started."

"I want to start now!" a young chipmunk femfur shouted at the wolf. "I want to hear her screaming in pain, just like I did! Now!"

"Lacey, letting her wait will only make things worse for her," Keith explained. "Let her think about what is going to happen to her while we enjoy watching her anticipate all the pain and suffering we are going to put her through tonight."

Stacey knew Lacey very well. She had been fifteen when Stacey had kidnapped her. She had been badly abused by the vixen and left to die in a back road ditch. Somehow, she had not only survived but actually remembered enough to give the police their first inclination that there was a serial rapist in their midst. After that, things had fallen apart for Stacey quickly. It had taken four years with the sensational trial and subsequent appeals before Stacey's sentence had been executed. Lacey was a young woman now, and a very angry one from the looks she shot Stacey. Still, she quieted.

The vixen sobbed. Her tears fell to strike the cold, hard white tile floor. The other furs in the room just looked at her with scorn.

"Please," she entreated the furs surrounding her and staring at her bound, naked body, "tell me what is going to happen! What are you going to do to me?"

Keith replied calmly, "It is very simple, actually.

"None of us could hope to buy you individually, so we formed a corporation. Each of us bought stock in the corporation. Its sole purpose for being was to buy you and the things that you used on us, so that we can use them on you in turn.

"Each of us will get you to do with you as we please for a portion of each year equal to the portion of stock that we own.

"Max suggested this storefront as your home for the rest of your life. You remember Max, don't you?" Keith asked.

Stacey did indeed remember the dachshund. She had used canine estrus pheromones to bring him to a full erection for hours on end while he was tied face-down on a bench. She had pulled his erection back between his legs, clamped his knot to the bench top, and proceeded to use the most severe cock-and-ball torture she could devise upon him.

"He has a small restaurant a couple of doors down. He suggested that we use this store as our headquarters. The front room can be used for public punishments, and the back room can be used for more private discipline. He put up a portion of his diner, and we are going to use the proceeds from selling meals to furs that come to watch what we of to you to finance our corporation."

Stacey started to shake violently.

"Don't worry, though," Keith continued in a smooth voice. "We also bought the absolute best slave health insurance program that we could get for you. With any luck, you will live for many years."

Stacey wailed as she realized how bad her fate was to be. The furs ignored her. Instead they went back to eating and drinking. She was left to come to the realization that she no longer mattered as a fur. She was just some piece of property that these furs owned, not a furson. Worse, they were only interested in how much pain that they could inflict upon her in revenge for what she had done to them.

It was some time before the furs began to get antsy. They started to look at Keith expectantly. When the room was filled with tension, the wolf turned to Lacey and said simply, "She's yours."

"Damn right she is!" Lacey said loudly.

The chipmunk femfur stomped up to Stacey's head. She grabbed the vixen's left ear and twisted it cruelly as she pulled her face around to look up at her.

Lacey leaned down and screamed into Stacey's face, "I've been waiting for this for_four years_! I borrowed every penny I could just to get three days alone with you!"

Lacey grinned evilly. In a sweet, level voice she said, "We already have the ER reserved for you after each of my 'therapy sessions' with you."

Stacey quivered as the implications of Lacey's words sunk in.

"Please, no!" Stacey started to beg.

Lacey twisted the vixen's ear even more. Tears sprang to Stacey's eyes.

"Is that any way to address me, bitch?" Lacey screamed. "You were always big about proper address. Now start doing it!"

For perhaps the first time, her new position in life struck Stacey full in the face. As the teen twisted her ear back and forth, she cried out, "Please, Mistress, no!"

"That's better, bitch!" Lacey said, but she did not stop yanking Lacey's ear for several more seconds. When she did, the shoved the palm of her paw into Stacey's face and thrust her head away and down.

"Head down, bitch!" Lacey commanded her former tormenter. Stacey nervously did as ordered, but she fearfully kept her eyes on the chipmunk.

Stacey watched as the chipmunk went to the rack in front of her. She selected a four-foot-long fiberglass cane with a leather covered handle. It had been Stacey's favorite implement of discipline and torture. It could easily leave a bloody welt with every stroke.

Lacey turned to see Stacey staring in horror at the cane. She swished it back and forth a few times as she walked to the right side of the bound vixen.

"Recognize it, bitch?" lacey asked in feigned congeniality. "You used it on me for three straight days. You turned my pelt bloody from the strokes you gave me. Every time I asked for mercy, even death to end the pain, you just laughed.

"And when you were done, you threw me away like a used tampon. I was supposed to die a slow, lonely death in that ditch.

"But I didn't, and now we all know what you did to us."

Lacey screamed, "And now it's time for payback, bitch!"

Lacey twisted her body around as far as she could before swinging the cane through a three-quarter circle as hard as she could. The cane bent severely as it struck Stacey across the heart of her ass cheeks.

Stacey shrieked long and loud in pure agony as fire raced through her bottom. She sucked in more air and continued to scream over and over.

"You cut me!" she finally got out.

Several small rivulets of blood trickled down Stacey's ass from the rapidly rising welt across her bottom.

"Good!" Lacey screamed back at her former dominatrix. She started to raise the cane again, but Keith and another fur grabbed her and stopped her.

"We have an agreement," Keith told her. Lacey stared him in the face angrily for several tense seconds before slumping.

"Yeah, I know," the chipmunk said quietly. "She's the one I want to hurt, not you."

They let Lacey go. She returned the cane to the rack. Through the haze of her pain Stacey was surprised to see Lacey kneel subserviently about a foot in front of her, just like a slave.

Lacey saw Stacey looking at her in confusion. She explained, "I had to borrow every penny to get into this corporation, and I am unlikely to be able to pay it back, so the corporation made arrangements for me to become their slave in a year in exchange for paying off my debt.

"And I don't regret the deal for a moment! Not only do I get to punish you for the next year, I get to watch every time they do something terrible to you. I may get the same, but it will be worth every bit of pain and suffering to be there to watch you writhe and scream as they torture and rape you."

Stacey's shaking had only a bit to do with her pain. The youngster in front of her was mad, totally insane with her desire for vengeance, and there was nothing that the vixen could do to stop her.

Lacey moved forward onto all fours. She reached up and grabbed Stacey's muzzle. She forced the vixen to look into her dark brown eyes filled with hatred.

"One hundred and twenty days, bitch! That's how long it will be before I get you. Then I get you every one hundred twenty days after that until the end of the year," lacey told Stacey in a steely-cold voice.

"Start counting the days, bitch!"

Lacey gave Stacey a slap hard enough to make her ears ring before settling back into a kneeling position with her knees well spread and her paws palms-up on her thighs. Her head remained up as she stared directly into the vixen's eyes. The look would have killed Stacey, if it were possible.

One by one the other furs took their turns with Stacey. The cane was a popular choice, but other implements of punishment in her collection were used as well.

Most of the furs delivered heir punishment in silence, but some let Stacey know the consequences of what she had done.

Max selected a long wooden paddle suitable for a middle school teacher to punish his or her students. There was no mercy or kindness in his eyes when he told Stacey, "Thanks to you, I will probably never be able to father the sons and daughters that I and my mate wanted.

"She is looking forward to having a detailed discussion about that when I have you. She is studying the best ways to torture your reproductive tract without killing you. You would be surprised at the multitude of things that can be done. She is cataloging each and preparing a list of the order that we will do them to you. She seems particularly fond of the idea of using an inflatable knot on you.

"A very, _very_large inflatable knot."

Stacey was crying in terror before Max delivered the first of his four whacks with the paddle. Her terror barely distracted her from the pain he inflicted.

A rabbit doe took a three-foot-long leather flogger from the rack. She dangled the multiple tails over Stacey's muzzle.

"My name is Rachel, in case you forgot it," the doe told Stacey.

"You used this on me. My back was covered with welts, and I still carry the scars on my back.

"My mate and kits thought I had joined some crazy religious sect that was into flagellation when I showed up a week after I disappeared, bloody and beaten with no memory of what had happened. They claimed I had done it to myself in some bizarre ceremony. They tried to commit me to a sanatorium. When that did not work, my mate divorced me. The court gave him my children and forbid me from ever seeing them again."

Rachel reversed the flogger in her hand. She pressed the hard knob on the end under the tip of Stacey's jaw and forced her head upwards until Stacey could not bend it any further.

"Do you know what it is like to lose everyone you love?!" the doe screeched at the vixen.

Rachel let Stacey's muzzle drop. The vixen hunkered down and tried to look anywhere except at the angry doe.

"When my time comes in a couple of weeks, I am going to leave your back crisscrossed with bloody welts. I am going to make you dance for hours as you are tied to the whipping post with your arms high above your head, just like you did to me. Only you are going to be out here, and the blinds will be open. Any fur that wants to watch what I do will be welcome.

"Just be glad that I got my mate and kittens back after we learned the truth about what had happened to me. Otherwise, it would be a contest between me and Lacey to see which of us killed you first," Rachel finished before delivering three stroked across Stacey's already badly hurt ass.

A grizzly bear stood in front of Stacey. He was so close that all she could see was him. She could smell the musky scent of arousal coming from him as well.

"My name is Bruno, but you can just call me 'Master' for the rest of your miserable life," the bear informed her in a matter-of-fact tone. "You ass-raped me with a huge strap-on and various machines. I intend to find out how wide I can stretch your anus before it breaks.

"Then I am going to train it to stretch even wider."

As Stacey wailed, Bruno used his huge paw to slap Stacey's behind four times. The sound of the hard hits with his paw ricocheted off the walls of the store turned slave torture dungeon. They hurt more than Max's whacks of the paddle.

After thirty strokes on her butt, only Keith was left. He selected another cane from the rack of her instruments. He slid the tip under Stacey's muzzle and raised her head. She was weeping almost uncontrollably from the pain, but none of the furs showed the slightest remorse.

"We made an agreement. Tonight, you get thirty-six strokes on your ass to welcome you to slavery. As the fur putting the most money up, I get you tonight and for the next few days. Each of us gets you after that in sequence. The length of time corresponds to what fraction that we paid.

"We can do pretty much anything we want to you. We have made a pact not to deliberately kill you for the first year so that everyone gets a good shot at you. After that..."

Keith's voice trailed off ominously. As scared as she had been, his simple statement chilled her to her bones. Her sudden bout of shivering had nothing to do with her considerable pain.

"For now, let's finish your welcome."

Keith delivered six sharp, painful blows to Stacey's butt She was in full crying mode again when he was done. Her ultimate fate was forgotten in the more immediate throws of anguish as she was beaten by the coolly efficient gray wolf.

The furs surrounding Stacey seemed satisfied for the moment. They watched her as her body quivered and her crying was reduced to simple sobs. Every so often, a chance movement would send a shock of pain through her body, and she would spasm while crying out. Her cries only brought smiles to her former victims.

The room took on a festive mood as the furs mingled and talked while eating and drinking. The main topic of conversation was what they wanted to do once they had the vixen at their disposal. Stacey was horrified to hear all the things that they had planned for her. They also made plans for more get-togethers like tonight's for group punishments of her. Lacey seemed particularly happy at the opportunity to have more time with Stacey, even if she would be limited in what tortures she could inflict upon the vixen.

The party eventually wound down. One by one, they disappeared until only Keith was left.

Once they were alone, Stacey implored him, "Please, let me go to the bathroom!"

Keith looked down at her and coolly replied, "You left us to wallow in our own filth and laughed. Why should I let you have relief when you never gave it to us?"

Stacey looked up at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but she could come up with no argument.

Keith sighed.

"I do not want to clean up your mess, but I am sick and tired of you failing to address us appropriately. You once again failed to call me 'Master'. As punishment, you will remain there for another half hour. Make a mess, and I will give you a dozen more strokes of the cane. Fail to address me as 'Master' again tonight, and I will give you a full three dozen more.

"Is that understood clearly, Slave?" Keith asked pointedly.

"Yes, Master!" Stacey replied quickly.

It seemed to take forever for the half hour to pass. Stacey's bladder just kept growing bigger and bigger. It was a form of torture in its own right to kneel on the spanking bench and try to keep from peeing.

At the end of the time, Keith released her. He was in no particular hurry. It took him several minutes to undo all the straps and clips. He left the cuff holding her tail attached to the back of her collar on. She was forced to carry her tail high in the air, showing off her ass and tail hole.

Stacey had to be helped from the bench. She was shocked to see how much her beating had taken out of her. Worse, the simple act of moving set off even more fire in her ass.

The wolf marched the vixen to the back room. She briefly saw the large bed and assorted instruments of sex and torture before her eyes alighted upon the corner that served as the bathroom. There was no wall, only a pull curtain to block the view of the occupant. She was marched to the toilet and let go.

"Take care of your needs," Keith told her.

Stacey reached to draw the curtain. Keith blocked her paw.

"The curtain is for Masters and Mistresses. You are a slave. You have no privacy. If you want to use the toilet, we get to watch, if we desire," the gray wolf implacably informed her.

Stacey sat down on the toilet. It was perhaps the most humiliating thing that she had ever experienced, but she needed to void her bladder and bowels too much to not use the toilet. Her face burned as Keith stood in front of her, watching her with arms crossed.

After a few moments, Keith ordered Stacey, "When you are done, clean yourself up and join me."

Apparently he was not into watching girls pee.

Stacey did as commanded. Her buttocks still felt like hell, and the toilet paper came away with plenty of bloody smears. Still, she felt better afterwards.

Keith was standing between two large wooden posts. Pulleys were attached to the tops and bottoms of the posts, and wire cables ran back to winches. The ends of the cables were securely fastened to heavy leather cuffs. With more than a little bit of trepidation, Stacey walked over to Keith. She would have made a break for the door, but he was between it and her.

When she got to Keith, he ordered her, "Muzzle down! You never look into the eyes of your betters without their permission, slave!"

Stacey cringed. She had used that exact command on many occasions with her victims. They might not remember it after the drug cocktail that she had given them, but the videos had shown it over and over again.

Keith grabbed Stacey's arms and manhandled her so that she was forced to stand between the two posts. The cuffs went around her ankles and wrists. Keith operated the winches, and soon she was standing spread-eagled.

Her torment did not stop there. Keith used the winches to lift her body a full foot off the floor and suspend the helpless vixen in mid-air.

Keith walked in front of Stacey. He raised his muzzle slightly to look her in the eyes.

"You had me like this for three days. Only, you put an electrified metal dildo in my ass hole and a cattle prod under my balls. You laughed as you shocked my testicles and prostate gland until I spurted cum on the floor and eventually passed out from pain. Then I woke up, confused and unable to remember what you had done, and you did it again.

"And again.

"And again."

Stacey had a very bad feeling.

Keith continued talking in a calm voice.

"I have arthritis now, and I have had to have surgery to remove damage cartilage several times. I'll show you the scars. I want you to see what your body will eventually look like.

"If you survive that long," he finished contemplatively.

"I-," Stacey started to speak.

"Enough!" Keith roared. He strode to one of the racks filled with gags and selected a cloth muzzle. He slipped it over her muzzle and secured the strap behind her head. She could no longer open her mouth to speak.

Nervously, Stacey unconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Keith saw what she was doing. He took a clothespin from a large bin of them. He grabbed the tip of Stacey's tongue and pulled until her could not get any more of it out of her muzzle. Then he clipped the clothespin onto it.

"Maybe that will keep you quiet," he growled.

Keith was not done yet, though. He went to a table and picked up two alligator clips and several large magnets. The alligator clips had screws to allow them to be tightened.

Keith pulled and pinched Stacey's nipples until her body responded, and they started to harden. The alligator clips went on, and he tightened the screws. Desperately, she tried to turn her body away from him, but there was no escape from the pointed teeth of the clamps as they bit into her tender flesh. The wolf only stopped when he heard her muffled screams of pain.

"You did this to me as well," he commented as he picked up the magnets. One by one, he added them to the clamps until their combined weight stretched Stacey's nipples to twice their normal length.

Keith went to the long row of dildos. Stacey had always loved shoving them into her victim's unwilling bodies. Now that she was to be on the receiving end, she was not so sure about them. Keith selected a large metal canine dildo. She realized it was the one that she had used on him.

The gray wolf saw where Stacey's gaze was focused.

"Yes, I know what this one is and that you used it on me. I felt it was only fitting that I use it on you tonight," he informed her as he slowly walked back to his waiting victim. He looked up at her and added, "You also did not use any lubricant."

Stacey screamed as Keith shoved the oversize canine cock into her pussy. She would have flounced about like a fish out of water if she had not been bound tightly. Relentlessly, he forced every inch up into her vagina. The metallic knot stretched her harshly as he thrust it past her labia, and then the entire length of the dildo was inside her. She was tied to it by the knot as securely as if it had been a dog fox.

As a final insult, he turned and twisted the dildo lodged in her pussy, just like a feral dog fox stepping over his tied vixen to complete his mounting of her.

"Do you remember what you did to my sack?" Keith asked Stacey.

Stacey did. She remembered the clips that had gone on them, and how she had weighted them down to stretch his scrotum.

"I have something more for you," he informed her.

Desperately, she shook her head no, but the wolf ignored her.

Stacey could only watch in horror as Keith took a third alligator clip and several more magnets from the table. He spread her labia and pulled back her hood. She screamed, and her entire body shook like she was having a seizure as he applied the clamp to her clitoris and slowly added the weights one by one. As bad as the beating had been, this was even worse.

Keith ignored Stacey's muted cries as he disrobed. He poured himself a large glass of wine and lay down on the bed. He swirled the red wine and took several sips as he watched Stacey with almost feral intensity.

When he was done with his wine, Keith opined, "I do not know if there is a god or gods, let alone a Heaven or Hell. I do not know if you and I will face eternal torment or simple oblivion. But I do know one thing."

Keith got off the bed and walked over to Stacey. He grabbed her muzzle and forced her to look in his eyes.

"The rest of your life, no matter how long or short, is going to be the greatest Hell On Earth that we can make for you as payback for what you did to us and all the other victims!:"

Keith ignored Stacey's screams and muted pleas for mercy as he turned out the lights and went to bed.