"Shut up, little man!" The guard holding Ambrose uses one hand to pull a gag out of his pocket and wraps it around Ambrose's mouth. "No talking to little sissie for you."

"Ohohoh..." The Boss notices the way that Ptelea is struggling. "So, this is her hmmmm?" He walks over to her at a slow pace, cane clacking painfully on the ground with every step. The parking lot was large and echoey, so her screams and each tap of that stick echoed about. When he reaches Ptelea, he takes her face in his her hand for a moment, squeezing her chin between his fingers. "What a cute face!" His innocent facade cracks and his voice turns cold. "Oh, but she doesn't look like any of [i]my[/i] children." He drops the chin to slap her hard on her right cheek.