“Remember when you had lunch with George, Andrew, and Anna?” Luke nodded in response to her question, “Well, that was when I decided to take you. Oh Haley, yes, Haley, please, oh yes! Oh Yes! He could, barley move, now. He had thin boyish legs, and had a faint six pack, and pectorals, obviously from swimming. Veronica walked into her basement, were the panting and crying Luke fearfully looked up to see her face, sadistically watching him from the door way. Well anyway, I took this.” Veronica continued as she pulled out a used syringe from her pocket, “And with a little prick, I kidnapped you, and now you are MY toy.” Luke now looked on in horror as Veronica manically laughed and waved the syringe in front of her prisoner. His thin body twitched as Veronica began to tighten the chains against the wall, making Luke’s mobility less and less. Pierce’s circumcised dic twitched under his tight grip, as he pulled the loose skin over his head, and pulled it back down quickly.
