The Vice Squad cop put down the empty glass. OK, he had overstepped the mark. But he knew he had got
The Vice Squad cop put down the empty glass. OK, he had overstepped the mark. But he knew he had got the runt where he wanted him. Creatures like the runt deserved to have the fear of God put into their lousy bodies. Creatures like the runt deserved everything they got. “Thanks for nothing for the whisky, runt. And you’re going to co-operate. Goin’ do exactly what I tell you,” the cop said with a smirk, “Or you’ll feel the back of my hand again, you little slimeball. And….”More or less precisely at that moment, whatever had been in his whisky began to bite. The young cop’s abs contracted and spasmed. His body folded in agony. He curled and uncurled on the floor, retching. After five minutes he was conscious but unable to move a muscle, staring open-eyed at the little guy who was still sitting in the bedroom corner wiping the blood from his lip where the detective had back-handed him.It took the runt maybe another five, maybe ten, minutes to manhandle the cop onto the bed, get out the ropes he had hidden in the little bedside cabinet, spreadeagle the cop, and get him tight tied. Then the runt pulled the silk square from the cop’s top pocket and stuffed his mouth, and last (but not least thought the runt) drew the Park Avenue-quality tie from round his neck and made sure the cop was securely gagged.The cop stared, still open-eyed, still conscious but inert, at the man he knew to be the most depraved target of his squad.“Anything to say before I fetch a few things, and we start?” said the runt. -- source link
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