The young woman screamed to no avail.

She was being restrained by a man and an older woman in an alleyway and they were trying to shut her up. Like anyone would hear her. The woman finally succeeded with a strong punch to the face.

The man grabbed the girl and brought her up to him.

"Listen to me, you little whore," he said in the calm voice of person who knew he was in charge. "You're going -"

He slapped her.

"Look at me when I talk." He smiled at the girl's misfortune and sobbing. "You're going to be addressing me as your master from now on. And you're going to obey me or we'll punish you severely."

He opened his fly.

"Start by sucking my cock, slu-"

A shot rang through the air.

The man was now screaming, his hands covered in blood. His genitals were blown off, blown clean off, and he couldn't stop bleeding.

The woman turned, just in time for a second blast to hit her right in the chest.

Laying on his side, the man saw a figure approach him. The figure placed his weapon on the man's head and pulled the trigger.

The girl, frightened of what had just occurred before her, watched this newcomer approach her with wide, fearful eyes. The gun was coming down...

A hand reached out for her. She took it.
___

"Here's your man," Vincent said, handing Michael files he had just printed out. "Name, appearance, location, everything. Just watch yourself; he has a record of violent behavior."

Leaving the warehouse, Michael could hear Vincent telling him to wait until tomorrow. It was getting pretty damn late, the time wasted disposing of the bodies didn't help either.

The last words Vincent said was to change his appearance- no need to attract unnecessary attention, right?

Michael didn't give a shit. How else was this guy going to recognize him?
___

Kevin left the hospital, annoyed that he had to stay there longer than he wanted. He needed to get home.

He decided to take the train as usual, though a time he had never ridden on before. Sitting down on his seat, he noticed a strange figure clad in a trenchcoat and a hat that made it difficult to see his face. The figure was reading something.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kevin demanded.

The man didn't look up as he responded.

"Why do you care?"

"It's just that I don't see people dressed like that unless they're up to no good." He laughed.

The man perked up a bit. Kevin still couldn't see his face.

"You're wearing a trenchcoat too, so I don't think you can judge anyone."

"Ah, fuck you," Kevin grumbled. "My stop's coming up anyways."

"Same here," said the man. Kevin waited until he got off, before leaving himself. Something was bothering him.

Well at least the man wasn't in sight when Kevin left the train. He began to walk home, still bothered. But who could blame him, his house was in the woods.

Finally, he just could take it anymore. There just had to be someone hiding behind those trees.

"Who's out there?" he yelled.

No response.

"Goddamn it.." he began, reaching into his coat, "who's out-"

A figure lunged at him and Kevin was too late at pulling out his weapon. It fell to the ground.

This figure's face was concealed by a balaclava. Even though he was about the same build as Kevin, he was still able to bring him down, grabbing his arms and pinning him. Kevin noticed a familiar tan uniform...

"Get off me, you fucking Nazi!" he snarled.

His attacker's grip loosened.

"Don't be insulting your heritage, Kevin."

The two captors couldn't be more different. Aside from their sizes, they were handling this situation in their own ways.

While not physically imposing, the skinnier man had an air of menace. Maybe it was because he was the one who had assaulted Milton's daughter. Despite not getting the money he desired, he seemed to enjoy what was happening around him. Watching him grin while he tore her clothes off certainly freaked the girl out.

Yet the bigger fellow was undoubtedly scarier. Yes he had just stood above her with the camera in hand. But with a balaclava concealing most of his face, Milton's daughter only could see his icy blue eyes. And looking into them, she saw nothing. It was almost as if he was a man of no regrets. His military uniform didn't help either.
___

It's me again Mr. Milton. Your failures to deliver the money you owe are unfortunate. I have already inflicted mental trauma on your daughter and I thought you would try and end it there. But you didn't and now it's time for me to inflict physical trauma.

Vincent's target had nowhere to run. She was backed up against a corner, trying to cover herself up. As he walked towards her, she tried to look away, but he grabbed her head and forced her to face him.

Unzipping his pants, he watched her eyes enlarge with fear; right before he penetrated her. Few things excited him more than watching her cry as he forced himself onto her.

What Vincent didn't know was she wasn't afraid of him jamming his dick inside her.

She was afraid of Michael's eyes staring down at her.
___

The last week came and Michael was called to come over earlier than normal. Vincent wanted to get this over with ASAP.

This time it was Vince who was filming. He now had to dispose of the girl and it was time to record a final message before Michael did so.

Mr. Milton, time is up.

Now having to face Michael, Milton's daughter was overcome with anxiety. Grabbing her by the throat, he lifted her up and after she looked straight into his eyes, he began to squeeze the life out of her...

A phone rang.

"Shit!" Vincent yelled, realizing he had forgotten to turn his phone off. But maybe it was a good thing, because it was Milton calling. He answered it.

"I have the money!" the voice on the phone exclaimed. "Just meet me at the park by 7:00! And don't hurt her anymore!"

"Cutting it a bit close, eh? Now you better make sure you come alone."

"I will, I will! Trust me!"

"You believe him?" Michael asked as Vincent hung up.

"Nope." He put the phone away.
___

Sure enough, Miton was at the park, holding onto a briefcase. He seemed to be alone.

"Give it here," Vincent said almost instantly as he arrived.

"Not until I get my daughter back," Milton replied.

"And get arrested by the police afterwards?" Vincent smiled. "The money comes first."

Reluctantly, Milton handed him the suitcase. Vincent released his daughter from his grip.

"Now let's forget about this whole affair," said Vincent as he checked the suitcase. He then shut the suitcase and turned to walk off.

"Don't move! Hands on your head!"

Vincent grumbled. He knew the cops would come.

"Stupid bastards..." he muttered.

"I said hands on your -"

Six shots were heard.

Vincent turned back to see the officers on ground and Milton cowering. Michael came out from his spot and reloaded his weapon. He placed the gun on Milton's head.

"Go ahead... I'm ruined anyways," Milton sobbed.

"Your call Mike," said Vincent who was busy counting the money.

Michael kept the gun pointed... and then moved it over to the daughter.

"No!" Milton tried to shield his daughter...

Michael fired.

"Fucker came up short." Vincent sighed. "Let's get back to the warehouse, it's time for your end of the deal..."

The steel door to the warehouse opened.

Vincent, getting up from his work, knew only one person would be visiting him at this hour.

"Michael, you're here."

He turned around.

"I see you brought the goods."

Michael nodded, while holding on to a girl who had to be in her teens. She was terrified out of her mind and seemed to be unable to speak.

Vincent removed his shades.

"Excellent job Michael."

Michael dropped the girl and turned to leave.

"I may need you to return in a week."

"Just so long as you uphold your end of the deal," Michael responded.

"Don't worry, I'm working on it," Vincent said. He adjusted his camera. As Michael left the warehouse, he heard Vincent speaking.

Hello Mr. Milton. Last month I gave you a loan and asked you to pay it back. Unfortunately, you have not been able to do so. Because of this, I have taken your daughter as a down payment. I will give you three weeks to give me back my money or you will never see your little girl again. Expect a tape from me every week. Oh and do not contact the police about this or I will slit her fucking throat.

So a week passed.

No money for Vincent.

"Michael, I want you to film this," Vincent said while handing the camera off to Mike. "Record what you want."

As Michael turned the camera on, Vincent began his message.

Hello Mr. Milton. It's been one full week since I sent you the first tape and I still have not gotten what I desire. I'm afraid this means your daughter will suffer. But don't worry, I won't psychically harm her. Yet.

After these words, Vincent approached the girl who had been cowering in the corner for the past few days.

She looked at him as he lowered himself to her level.

"What are you doing..." she began and stopped as he grabbed her shirt and lifted it up. "Stop!" she shrieked as he began to unbutton her pants. Michael stood above them, camera in hand.

"Don't blame me for this, it's your own father's fault," Vincent said, now in a dominant position over her. "I guess he didn't consider what I would do to you."

He pulled off her bra. She looked away from him, eyes shut. The two men could could see the girl's face turning red.

"Don't worry, I know how to get her attention."

He grabbed her panties.

Sure enough, the girl was looking at him again. Vincent smiled as he slowly began to pull of them.

"No... No more!"

"Sorry, it's just business."

She screamed as he finally removed them.

"NOOOOOOOO! DON'T LOOK!"

Vince stood up grinning while the girl stayed down, her face getting redder and her eyes watering. He faced the camera. Michael saw the erection in his pants.

Two more weeks pal.

The next week passed as quickly as the first one.

Still unpaid.

Michael knew what was happening next.

To be continued.

He strikes again.

Then I realized the number would ruin it.

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