Chapter Seven
“Goddamn, wouldja lookat this. This here cunt is sure one helluva mess,” Dewayne tsked, shaking his head sadly. Lifting her under the arms, he hauled Mallory’s limp body back to the chair, and plunked the bedraggled girl down in it. He stood studying the splayed-out nude, as if contemplating the job before them.
“You wanna clean her up, Merc? The big man shook his head. “Nah, I don’t blame you. I don’t wanna do it either. Still, the Captain says it’s gotta be done. So I suppose someone’ll have to do it.”
He turned to look at Kip, with the grinning expression of a cat who had swallowed the canary. The girl’s eyes widened. As she realized what he was about to do, she cowered back in her chair, just as his hand shot out to grab her by the mop of hair and haul her to her feet
