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pain and fell onto his knee, and Johnny finished him off with a quick swing to the head.
    “Good job.” He patted Boris on the shoulder and they continued down the hallway.
    As he came to the place marked on his plan as the panic room, his radio came to life.
    “Johnny, we got the last guy, and we have the wife.”
    “I thought I got the last guy,” he said. “Bring her to me and check the rest of the house to make sure no one else is hiding.”
    He positioned himself in the middle of the large library, standing where he knew he would be visible on the panic room’s video camera. He smiled and waved, knowing that he was being watched.
    “Mr. Driscoll, I’m sure you can hear me. Come out now please.”
    Nothing happened, and Johnny waited. After a while, he heard some struggle noises, and a moment later two of his men dragged a woman into the room wearing only a pair of black panties. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back, mouth covered with a piece of duct tape. Johnny looked her up and down and whistled with appreciation.
    “You found her like that? Look at that.” He walked to the woman. “What a catch, huh?”
    He brought the tip of his bloody machete to her throat, right under her chin, and she stopped struggling. Johnny slowly continued to walk around her, machete never leaving her neck.
    “Tall, slim, and look at those puppies.” He moved behind her, and cupped one of her breasts with a free hand. “What are those, double Ds?”
    He squeezed her nipple hard, prompting a sharp muffled cry, then his hand slowly moved down her body, tracing a line on her stomach and finally stopping on top of her panties.
    “Those don’t suit you honey.” He grabbed them on the side and ripped them off, eliciting another cry.
    “Are you going to open, or you’d rather watch?” he said, looking at the direction of the camera.
    “That skinny guy over there, his name is Danny. He looped your video feeds, so we have all night here with this beauty. No one’s coming, Mr. Driscoll.”
    After a few moments there was a pneumatic hiss of the door, and one of the panels on the wall slid open, revealing a brightly lit room. In the middle of it was a short chubby man in his late forties with silver hair, dressed in pajamas.
    “That’s my boy,” cooed Johnny. “Now please, pretty please open that safe in the back and come outta there.”
    The man complied, his hands shaking as he entered the code. Once the door swung open, he stepped out of the panic room and in the middle of the library.
    “Now do me a favor and strip out of those clothes.”
    “Please, please.” the man whimpered, falling to his knees.
    “Mr. Driscoll, please do what I tell you,” Johnny said smiling as he squeezed the woman’s nipple again and wouldn’t let go. Her muffled screams filled the room as she tried to remain still, Johnny’s blade scratching the skin on her throat. The man, now openly crying, stripped down and now stood there naked, shivering, trying to cover his privates.
    “Look at you,” said Johnny with disgust, “so out of shape. I don’t think you deserve a woman like that.” He finally let go of the woman’s nipple, gave her buttocks a hard slap, and walked over to Driscoll. For a few seconds he was looking down at the man, then kneed him between his legs. The man fell onto the floor in agony, but Johnny signaled two of his men, and they brought Driscoll to his knees, keeping his hands behind his back.
    “This is for being stubborn, my friend,” said Johnny almost cheerfully. “But you should be pleased to know that I told these fellas,” he motioned at his crew, “not to kill the woman.”
    He looked at the man and saw a glint of hope in his teary eyes. Johnny smiled again and turned back to the woman.
    “I never told them not to have fun, though. Let’s see if she’s any good, boys.”
    After making Driscoll watch for over two hours as he and his crew passed his wife back and forth, Johnny finally told them