I walked over to my wife who is still laying on the ground holding her stomach and trying to catch her breath. The tears on her face are all the sign I need to know that she has had enough. It has been five monutes since I told the Blonde that beat the shit out of my wife with the help of her friend that I did not have the money to pay her for our agreement. As I am trying to help my wife to her feet two men walk into the hotel room. One was about 6'4 320 lbs. Not solid but he was no doubt a weight lifter. The other guy was about 5'10 260 lbs. of all muscle. The way he carried himself you could tell he clearly ran the show.
Before I could get two words out of my mouth the big guy grabbed my right arm and pulled me towards him. It felt like he was going to rip my arm out of the socket. He stepped forward as I was being pulled his direction and threw a right punch, that would have made Mike Tyson envy him, and hit me right in the stomach about two inches above my navel. I have never been hit that hard. I had not time to react all I could do was try to hunch over and protect myself as I caught my breath. But the big guy did not let me have a second to recover. He came up from behind me and pulled my arms above my head.
"Where's the Money you owe my friend for the job you hired her for?" the muscle guy asked me in a deep voice.
"I do not have any money", I said softly still trying to catch my breath.
Apparently we were done talking as of that point because he stepped up and told the big guy that was holding my arms to make sure he did not drop me. The muscle guy threw a right punch that landed just under the top part of my ribs exactly where my stomach is. OUUFFF! Flew out of my mouth before the pain hit. He continued with combos to my stomach like I was a punching bag. Evey punch seem to penetrate easier then the last. For about five minutes he did nothing but hit me. The last punch he threw was an uppercut that connected right on my navel and pushed everything inside me into my chest. I could not stand anymore on my own. My legs were weak, my body was shaking from the pain. Now I know what my wife had been through. Problem was that I liked it and I wanted more.
The big guy changed his grip and I felt something wrapping around my wrists. They were tieing me to the plant hook that was screwed into the ceiling. At this point my arms are now above my head and the big guy walks around in front of me and smiles in such an evil way that it made me cringe. Without so much as a warning he kicked me right in the middle of the stomach and I felt everything start to rise. I fought the urge to puke everywhere. He was not close to done as I was about to find out. He pulls two black gloves from his pocket put them on. he grabbed to rolls of quarters from the other pocket and put one in each glove. I am screwed is all I could think.
The muscle guy walks over to the bed my wife is on and grabs her by her hair. She screams as he pulls her off the bed and on to her feet, He pushes her across the room to the two girrls that just got done beating her ass ten minutes ago. Hold her arms out to her sides. Each girl grabbed an arm and pushed my wife against the far wall. He instructed my wife to lift her head and look at me. He wanted her to watch me get beat up. I am more focused on her until I feel the worst pain yet. The big guy threw three punches real fast right between my navel and solor plexus. The punches were so hard that I was lifted off my feet. I tried to cough but I had no air left to make any noise.
As I am trying to recover the muscle guy steps forward and throws a haymaker punch that would have knocked me out, and it landed in my wife's liver. Her body slammed back into the wall behind her and she passed out. They both turned their attention to me. They took turns punching the sides of my stomach. For twenty minutes they hit me without letting me recover for even a second. I passed out. When I woke up I saw the men standing in front of me. I must not have been out for more then a minute because my wife was still on the ground and they were standing in the same place they were the last time I remember seeing them. The big guy untied my hadns from the hook above and threw me to the ground. I fell to my hands and knees and tried to cover up but I did not have the chance to. The big guy kicked me in the stomach and I flew over onto my back. He grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head. The muscle guy walked over and stomped down onto my stomach four times right on my navel. I had never been in so much pain before. Everything in my body hurt. I wanted to cry but my pride would not let me.
The muscle guy sat on my legs and threw lefts and rights into my stomach ten times. With each punch I heard OUUUFFF, HUUUUNG, ULLLLLG, escape from my mouth. I was unable to flex so each punch hit everything but my muscles. He got off my legs and I rolled over. The big guy grabbed my arms from behind and stretched me out like a bow, The muscle guy stepped three steps back and as fast as he could stepped forward and kicked me in the solor plexus. The next kick connected in my liver and I could not fight the urge anymore. I puked all over the floor. That did not stop him. He threw his last kick and it connected to the very center of my stomach just in between my navel and my solor plexus. The exact same spot the big guy hit the first time this all started. I curled up in a ball and started coughing uncontrollably. As they went to leave my wife started to move again from being knocked out by the haymaker to her liver she had been given earlier. She lifted up onto her hands and knees and was connected with a kick to her solor plexus. She fell to her side crying and holding her stomach. The four of them left and my wife and I were there laying on the floor in tears. She was scared. I wanted more.
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11/10/2011 06:05Anyone willing to help me play out this scene?
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11/10/2011 06:04I walked over to my wife who is still laying on the ground holding her stomach and trying to catch her breath. The tears on her face are all the sign I need to know that she has had enough. It has been five monutes since I told the Blonde that beat the shit out of my wife with the help of her friend that I did not have the money to pay her for our agreement. As I am trying to help my wife to her feet two men walk into the hotel room. One was about 6'4 320 lbs. Not solid but he was no doubt a weight lifter. The other guy was about 5'10 260 lbs. of all muscle. The way he carried himself you could tell he clearly ran the show.
Before I could get two words out of my mouth the big guy grabbed my right arm and pulled me towards him. It felt like he was going to rip my arm out of the socket. He stepped forward as I was being pulled his direction and threw a right punch, that would have made Mike Tyson envy him, and hit me right in the stomach about two inches above my navel. I have never been hit that hard. I had not time to react all I could do was try to hunch over and protect myself as I caught my breath. But the big guy did not let me have a second to recover. He came up from behind me and pulled my arms above my head.
"Where's the Money you owe my friend for the job you hired her for?" the muscle guy asked me in a deep voice.
"I do not have any money", I said softly still trying to catch my breath.
Apparently we were done talking as of that point because he stepped up and told the big guy that was holding my arms to make sure he did not drop me. The muscle guy threw a right punch that landed just under the top part of my ribs exactly where my stomach is. OUUFFF! Flew out of my mouth before the pain hit. He continued with combos to my stomach like I was a punching bag. Evey punch seem to penetrate easier then the last. For about five minutes he did nothing but hit me. The last punch he threw was an uppercut that connected right on my navel and pushed everything inside me into my chest. I could not stand anymore on my own. My legs were weak, my body was shaking from the pain. Now I know what my wife had been through. Problem was that I liked it and I wanted more.
The big guy changed his grip and I felt something wrapping around my wrists. They were tieing me to the plant hook that was screwed into the ceiling. At this point my arms are now above my head and the big guy walks around in front of me and smiles in such an evil way that it made me cringe. Without so much as a warning he kicked me right in the middle of the stomach and I felt everything start to rise. I fought the urge to puke everywhere. He was not close to done as I was about to find out. He pulls two black gloves from his pocket put them on. he grabbed to rolls of quarters from the other pocket and put one in each glove. I am screwed is all I could think.
The muscle guy walks over to the bed my wife is on and grabs her by her hair. She screams as he pulls her off the bed and on to her feet, He pushes her across the room to the two girrls that just got done beating her ass ten minutes ago. Hold her arms out to her sides. Each girl grabbed an arm and pushed my wife against the far wall. He instructed my wife to lift her head and look at me. He wanted her to watch me get beat up. I am more focused on her until I feel the worst pain yet. The big guy threw three punches real fast right between my navel and solor plexus. The punches were so hard that I was lifted off my feet. I tried to cough but I had no air left to make any noise.
As I am trying to recover the muscle guy steps forward and throws a haymaker punch that would have knocked me out, and it landed in my wife's liver. Her body slammed back into the wall behind her and she passed out. They both turned their attention to me. They took turns punching the sides of my stomach. For twenty minutes they hit me without letting me recover for even a second. I passed out. When I woke up I saw the men standing in front of me. I must not have been out for more then a minute because my wife was still on the ground and they were standing in the same place they were the last time I remember seeing them. The big guy untied my hadns from the hook above and threw me to the ground. I fell to my hands and knees and tried to cover up but I did not have the chance to. The big guy kicked me in the stomach and I flew over onto my back. He grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head. The muscle guy walked over and stomped down onto my stomach four times right on my navel. I had never been in so much pain before. Everything in my body hurt. I wanted to cry but my pride would not let me.
The muscle guy sat on my legs and threw lefts and rights into my stomach ten times. With each punch I heard OUUUFFF, HUUUUNG, ULLLLLG, escape from my mouth. I was unable to flex so each punch hit everything but my muscles. He got off my legs and I rolled over. The big guy grabbed my arms from behind and stretched me out like a bow, The muscle guy stepped three steps back and as fast as he could stepped forward and kicked me in the solor plexus. The next kick connected in my liver and I could not fight the urge anymore. I puked all over the floor. That did not stop him. He threw his last kick and it connected to the very center of my stomach just in between my navel and my solor plexus. The exact same spot the big guy hit the first time this all started. I curled up in a ball and started coughing uncontrollably. As they went to leave my wife started to move again from being knocked out by the haymaker to her liver she had been given earlier. She lifted up onto her hands and knees and was connected with a kick to her solor plexus. She fell to her side crying and holding her stomach. The four of them left and my wife and I were there laying on the floor in tears. She was scared. I wanted more.