Trip stood over you with the knife in hand, glaring at you with a smile on his mischievous face. It sent you mixed signalsand frightened you further... what were his plans? What was the knife for? He chuckled quietly at your wide-eyedexpression and opened his mouth to speak..."I think it's time I branded you, don't you agree?" You flapped your mouthlike a fish, speechless. How could somebody be so ruthless? You were terrified now and about ready to piss yourself.Trip took notice and decided it was time to begin the "procedure". He grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed youdown onto the bed, flipping you face down at the same time. Truly he was skilled. A "pro", some would say. The handle ofthe knife brushed against you and sent a chill down your entire body. How was he planning on doing this? Obviously itwas going to hurt but... ohgod.Trip walked back over to the vanity and opened the top left drawer. This time he took out four pieces of decent lengthleather ropes. He calmly walked back over to you and began tying you down. Not like you would've tried to run in the firstplace, if you did either Welter or Virus would catch up to you, but now it was clear that this was going to hurt like a bitchand he didn't want you squirming.The first bit of pain was the worst. He began to carve on your thigh, you were pretty sure it was his name. The "r" took themost time. You blacked out from the pain around the time he got to the dot on the "i". When he was finished and you hadawaken there was so much blood you couldn't help but gag from it. Pieces of your flesh were mixed in with the blood fromwhere he had carved into your thigh... blech.You lean over the side of the bed, as much as you can with your limbs bound, and vomit. It couldn't be helped. Trip looksdisinterested and gets up and walks to the bathroom. You hear the water running and minutes later he comes out just asclean as before, except this time without clothes. Of course he probably threw the ones he had on away, seeing how theywere soaked in blood. He'll most likely throw away the bed spread as well. Not really your concern right now, though...He walks back over to you and studies his work, seemingly proud. You wonder to yourself..."What now?"
