The Syndicate ... Closed for Cum Inside

[Cum_Inside]

She really was a pretty woman, Brooklyn decided. If she were into girls, maybe Sara would change things for her. It was a sad thing that anyone related to the Kane family seemed to be blessed with good genetics, even if they didn’t deserve it. Even those who were only family by marriage.

“Tell me why this is a death sentence. I can sneak out of here with just a little bit of your help.”

Brooklyn took a couple slow steps forward. “We can do this together. You know he’ll kill me if he gets his hands on me. He can’t do this to anyone else. Please. What’s your name? I’m Brooklyn Spencer. I’m 24 and I have my own family waiting for me at home. Do you have other family, or has he stolen that away? I’m sorry that you’re stuck here, but he killed someone very important to me. He had children. He had a wife. They need to know why he died. That’s why I’m here. If you won’t help me get out of here alive,l and find justice for Adam, then...”

Her next question was pointed, razor sharp intent clear in her voice after just a few more words delivered to hammer her point home. Still, it was more of a suggestion than anything else, meant to placate the other woman only slightly. Brooklyn took a few more steps forward and laid her shaking hand on the gun, fingers brushing Sara’s. She did not try to take it, only continued to hold it and Sara’s hand down by the bronzed woman’s side.

“Think about it. You can help so many more people than me. If you’re taking me back, better do it now while I’m still in the mood to cooperate with you,” she breathed.

“Will you help me find the information I need to end this?”

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn took in this information and the shifts in Sara’s expression as she talked. Something other than the events she was detailing just have happened to her — she must have had real experience of William’s fists or punishments to be this afraid of him. Interesting. Family clearly meant nothing to this man either. One less piece to leverage against him if it came down to it.

Brooklyn stepped back to give the other woman time to calm down, but held out her wrists, her right still bleeding from the chaffed skin underneath the cold steel of where she’d slid free of the cuff.

“I’ll tell him you were the perfect puppet, Sara,” she said. “He’ll like that. Maybe he’ll even reward you. He’ll reward you before he kills another innocent person, and then another, and then another. You’re perpetuating him and letting him continue acting this way. Why not take that gun and actually fucking use it?” She sneered. “Let’s go. You can watch me die and know you’re responsible for that, too.”

Her words may have sounded aggressive but they were really only meant to invoke some thought in Sara. Brooklyn had no plans to die today, but either of the Kane’s might show her that the best laid plans were useless. In just a minutes, the anvil would drop and Brooklyn would know how seriously the dominant Kane intended to break her.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn was uncertain when Sara seemed to lose her drive to take her back to confinement. Her words must have made an impact on her then. In the end, it still didn’t matter.

Brooklyn’s laugh was anything but amused. “You’re mental. Either way, you just don’t care if people die, do you? It’s almost more cruel to send someone to their death that way as if you killed them yourself. I’ve got bigger balls than you do Kane,” she said finally, bending her knees to reach down and grab the keys while never taking her eyes off the other woman.

Brooklyn had the option to make her break for it, but Sara had seemed to let her guard down. She saw her opportunity. Moving swiftly for the second time in an hour, Brooklyn rushed forward and got both hands around the gun and Sara’s wrists. She twisted until the other woman let out a pained squeal and the gun clattered to the floor at the same time she hooked her elbow up toward’s Sara’s nose. Diving for the handgun, Brooklyn gained the upper hand in the whole situation. Righting herself, Brooklyn stood straight up with her back now against the door and the gun aimed directly at Sara’s forehead. She’d managed to eliminate the obstacle between her and the door and it was a weight off her shoulders, but especially armed with a decent weapon.

Her eyes were fierce and determined. “I won’t die here.”

Sara looked up at her, blood running between her fingers where she was clasping her nose.

“I’m sorry, Sara. I didn’t want to do this, but I needed to borrow the gun. You made your choice and I’ve made mine. If I do go down, I won’t do it alone.”