"Rick!" screamed Harriet, "What are you doing?" Rebecca just stared, speechless.
Rick stood there, Diane slung over his shoulder. Her shirt had been torn off, the cloth shoved into her mouth and tied, gagging her. Her jeans had been removed, the course denim ripped into strips which now bound the struggling girl's wrists and ankles.
Rick dropped her unceremoniously to the hard floor and pushed the hair back from his sweating brow before answering.
He smiled cruely at Harriet and Rebecca as he said, "What did you think, that this was just a casual little visit? Just a lark? A mild entertainment?" He shook his head. "You really are more stupid than even I gave you credit for."
"But! But! I thought we were friends!" blurted out Harriet, tears starting in her eyes.
"Friends?" said Rick, tilting his head back and laughing. "Do you really think that I need friends like you? I have a talent! I can be a great artist! Do you think I would let anything stand in the way of that!"
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