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to a chair and surrounded by
Victor’s ever present henchmen. Some openly sneered at me, while
others I didn’t think had anything upstairs to think one way or the
other.
    The doors opened behind me and I knew it had
to be Victor from the nervous energy that suddenly filled the room
with tension. My head was wrenched backward abruptly by a savage
grip on my hair and I stared full into the demented eyes of Victor
above me.
    I knew that I was going to die, but it was
up to me to determine how I went out. I spit full into his face and
he reeled backward in shocked surprise. I turned my neck slightly
to watch him wipe my spit off his face disgustedly.
    I’d gotten into his personal space and he
didn’t like it. He recovered from his disgusted surprise and
screaming he charged me with a raised fist. I was mad and madness
gave me courage. I pushed up with my feet lifting the front legs of
the chair, I then abruptly leaned to one side putting the chair
onto one leg and I spun it with one foot.
    Unbelievably the chair didn’t fall over
backwards with me in it. The straps to one of my sandals had
finally worn out and I’d had no choice other than to go grocery
shopping in my stripper stilettos. They were sharply pointed on the
ends and I let Victor have both of them as hard as I could, one in
either shin.
    He screamed shrilly and dropped to his knees
before me. Big mistake! I had the chair back on two legs as I
thrust out with both of my legs. The points of the stilettos sank
satisfyingly into Victor beneath each of his shoulders. He screamed
like a stuck pig and threw himself backward before I had a chance
to kick at him again. He had gotten to his feet and had backed away
even further from me.
    “What’s the matter Victor? Cat got your
tongue, you limp noodled excuse of human garbage not big enough to
have sex with a rabbit, even if it would have you!”
    So trash talking wasn’t my thing, but at
least it got the point across. He grabbed a gun and pointed it at
my head shaking uncontrollably, as sweat flowed off of his forehead
and mingled with the bloody stains at the front of his shirt.
    “Go on you coward shoot me before you’ve
even questioned me, as to what was stolen from you and show us all
what a fish brained half crazed rabid squirrel you are!”
    I swear I could feel his finger’s pressure
on the trigger.
    “You don’t even bother to hide your part in
this conspiracy! You realize what you’ve done? I’ve promised
something of great value to a client and I’ve already received half
payment for it, but I don’t have the purchased item, because of you
and the stranger that no one knows anything about! You’re going to
tell me everything you know about this man and help me get my item
of interest back! If you don’t I’ll have you tortured until you beg
for death.”
    “I wouldn’t tell you how many keys he has
let alone where he was! You know why Victor? Why I won’t tell you
anything about him no matter how you torture or molest me? I’ll
tell you why Victor! Because he’s a man, which is something you’ve
never been, you crazed mongrel son of a coyote that should’ve been
drowned in your first bathwater! I’d do anything for him including
die!” I screamed it all into Victor’s face.
    Victor looked absolutely apoplectic and for
a moment I wondered if he was having a heart attack. No such
luck.
    Like a little boy having a temper tantrum he
yelled, while slapping his leg with his free hand and stomping his
feet, “Hit her! Hit her! Make her scream or I’ll shoot all of
you!”
    In mass his henchmen rushed toward me five
of them in all, but I wasn’t giving in yet. I picked the chair up
by bending over forwards and I launched myself backwards. I felt
the legs of the chair connect and sink into one of my assailants
coming up behind me.
    He screamed and fell away, even as I spun
around to the side smashing another bodyguard broad ways with the
chair legs, effectively cutting his legs out from