Eve Of A Thousand Wakes

21 Bad Hair Day 2

Ashley looked on, barely able to comprehend what was happening. She was so dehydrated that her eyes could not focus properly.

Pavlov came over to her and shoved the bottle in her mouth.

“Ovako ti se sviđa, kurvo.” [This is the way you like it, slut)." He sniggered maniacally.

Ashley gagged on the water at first. It tasted and smelled like tobacco and rotten meat. She guzzled it down nonetheless, or she felt she would die of thirst.

Pavlov quipped at the beauty. “Cak ni prostitutka koju sam danas posevio nije tako lako progutala moju pljuvacku!” [Even the whore I fucked today did not swallow my saliva so readily.]

Both men guffawed and patted each other's backs. Ashley's vision gained stability with water in her system, and she looked down at herself.

She was secured by duct tape to what appeared to be an engineering table. The drafting surface had been inclined to make her stand up. The tape went across her waist, pinning both arms to the table. Her legs were firmly bound to the furni