Sandra nudged Troy as she brushed the dirt and soot from his face, "Honey, wake up, are you ok?" she shook him lightly. "Troy, wake up, I'm here baby."
Troy snapped awake as he jolted his body. He looked at his wife and started to weep lightly. He mumbled through his duct tape but the words never made it out. Sandra took hold of the tape as she slowly peeled it back. Troy let out a moan as the tape took part of his beard and mustache with it as she removed it from his mouth. He coughed as he spit the thin black panties from his mouth, glad to get rid of the foul tasting garment. "Oh God Sandra, I'm so sorry, I hope you can forgive me baby." He said as the tears flowed down his blackened face. Sandra cried with him as they placed their heads together and kissed.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for baby, nothing at all. Are you hurt, did they hurt you?" she said as she brushed the soot and grim from his shirt and hair.
Troy saw the silhouette of a man sitting on one of the barrels as he smoked a cigarette while he watched the young couple interact. "I'm fine, how about you, I know what happen in the camper, I'm sorry I couldn't stop them ... have they hurt you anymore since?"
"No, they've been treating me ok, I've been tied up but nobody has hurt me." She felt as if she didn't lie, technically.
The tall figure stood and approached the husband and wife. Carl pulled out a key and held it in the air. "I'm going to undo your hands, just to let you eat, but if you fucking do anything stupid, you will find out just how ruthless I can be." He bent down and unlocked the cuff on Troy's left hand and pulled the chain from around the large pipe and recuffed it to the smaller pipe rising up the wall. "Don't be stupid kid, this will all be over by the end of tomorrow. You and your wife will be unharmed if you just don't get stupid."
Troy nodded his head and sat up next to his wife. Carl walked back over to the barrel and sat as he lit another smoke.
"Here baby, eat this and here is something to drink. Don't do anything to get them mad, right now they are being nice. I just want to make it home, to see my parents and family." Sandra talked softly as she spoke.
"Their gun smugglers," Troy whispered ever so softly as he looked at his wife. "Don't get too fucking cozy with them, you an't gonna play these guys, they will kill us both."
"Ok, ok baby, I'm not getting cozy, just trying to keep them calm, I got a shower out of them, maybe I can get you in the house, I'm just trying to help." Sandra looked down as she started to weep, feeling ever so guilty of her actions as her husband laid in this pit among the filth and dust.
"Just keep your senses, I'm fine, don't do anything for them." Troy started on his food as he gulped down the coke. When he finished, he hugged his wife as they locked in a deep kiss. Carl took the tray and set it on the stairs. He took Sandra by the arm and pulled her to her feet and placed her at the foot of the steps. He then took the cuff off the small pipe and tucked it under the large pipe and pulled Troy's hand causing him to fall to the floor as he placed the cuff on his wrist and snapped the lock closed.
Carl placed the tray in Sandra's hands and walked her back up the steps and into the house. As they entered the kitchen, Sandra noticed her body was coated with black soot from visiting with her husband, "I need another shower, look at me, it's filthy down there." She said as Carl took the tray from her and set it on the counter.
Carl took the knot loose and unbound her hands as he nodded, "Yeah, and you need to do something else too," He took the bottom of the shirt and pulled it up to her waist, "You need to get rid of that." He said as he pointed to the bush between her legs.
"You're not serious, are you? You want me to ... shave? ... down there?" She looked perplexed.
"Yes, I'm serious, take care of it; I'll be in the living room." He said as he prompted her toward the bathroom, "Use the razor and shaving cream in the cabinet." Sandra shook her head and walked in the bathroom and shut the door.
Carl washed his hands in the sink before he joined Bruce in the living room. He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch and lit up a cigarette. "I need some rest; it's been a long two days." Carl said as he turned to Bruce.
"Well; after I get some of that pussy, that's where I'm headed." Bruce replied. "You going to tie her up, or should I, maybe after I'm through with her." He said as he laughed. "I think that bitch likes it, see how she just walked in the kitchen naked, and she even let us stare at her pussy as she ate that fucking sandwich."