Trina closed her eyes, playing possum again. She heard his heavy footsteps get closer. “Oh yeah. Porn video Leaving the entrance open, she read several more collars on her way to the back door of the lobby area.
“Anger,” “cheater,” “liar,” “greedy,” were the various words scribbled on the collars. Trina watched him move to another woman, turning her head to the side, reading her collar. All the women had collars – all except Trina.
She wondered why she didn’t have a one, she wondered what was on the collar, she waited and watched.
The man read another collar. The woman sprung to life, slapping, punching the man, he pushed her down, the shotgun pointed to her head. “Yeah,” he said. “You won’t be hitting any man here.”
He quickly brought the stock of the shotgun around, banging it against the woman’s
