Post by Daubee on Dec 5, 2012 23:07:20 GMT -5
“A confederate was there waiting and I felt the loop of the garrote drop about my neck. I thrust the man I held from me and spun about, the cord cutting now at the back of my neck. . . . The heels of both hands drove upward and the head of the first confederate snapped back. The garrote was loose about my neck.”
Beasts of Gor, page 102
Then I felt the blunt end of the silencer pressing against my left temple.
"Don't shoot me," I begged. "Please!"
"He is not worth a bullet," said the heavy man. "Put him on his knees. Use a wire garrote."
The man who had driven the cab removed the silencer from his revolver. He dropped it back in his pocket and put the revolver in his belt. I was thrown to my knees, two men holding my arms, my hands helpless behind my back in the confining steel cuffs.
The fifth man, the one who had opened the door for the others with the crate, was then behind me. I felt a thin wire suddenly looped about my throat.
Fighting slave of Gor, Chapter 2
Beasts of Gor, page 102
Then I felt the blunt end of the silencer pressing against my left temple.
"Don't shoot me," I begged. "Please!"
"He is not worth a bullet," said the heavy man. "Put him on his knees. Use a wire garrote."
The man who had driven the cab removed the silencer from his revolver. He dropped it back in his pocket and put the revolver in his belt. I was thrown to my knees, two men holding my arms, my hands helpless behind my back in the confining steel cuffs.
The fifth man, the one who had opened the door for the others with the crate, was then behind me. I felt a thin wire suddenly looped about my throat.
Fighting slave of Gor, Chapter 2