Don Smith opened the front door of his house following his return from holiday. Almost immediately he felt dread. Something large had been propped up against the inside of the door and it took him a couple of minutes of pushing to give himself enough space to squeeze through the door.
His large filing cupboard had been wedged there and he knew then that he had been burgled. Opening up his lounge door he saw a state of desolation. His belongings were strewn around the room, all drawers were open and things were clearly missing.
Walking round the house, he saw all of the rooms in the same state. As he walked round his emotions swung between despair and anger.
Picking up his phone he called the police who to be fair arrived after a few minutes. For the next few hours they examined the house, trying to find evidence as to who was responsible but everyone privately thought that they wouldn't catch them. It was probably some smackheads looking for small items to sell on quickly.
When the police left, Don started to clear up as best he could whilst starting to haggle with the insurers.
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A couple of weeks later and the police rang. They had arrested someone who they thought might have been responsible for the burglary. Apparently they caught a man leaving another house which had been robbed and seemed to have the same characteristics.
Over the next few days the man was charged and appeared in court. His trial didn't last long. The police had made a mess of collecting evidence and the trial collapsed resulting in the defendant being freed.
Don was livid. The police called round his house to tell him they had the evidence to tie the man into the spate of robberies but they couldn't now convict.
Don knew what to do but needed to bide his time.
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Ian McDougall was content. He was drinking a bottle of tequila whilst receiving a blowjob from a woman. It had been a few months since his burglary trial had collapsed and he had kept his head down and nose reasonably clean since then.
The woman was a smackhead who Ian was pimping out and occasionally got a blowjob from. He had no intention of fucking the skanky bitch though.
After cumming, he sent the woman out to earn him some money before he fell asleep.
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When Ian woke up he was in an unfamiliar room, his arms and legs tied to a chair. In front of him a masked unfamiliar man was reading on a tablet. Seeing Ian was awake the man put the tablet down and stood.
"Who the fuck are you? Why am I here," Ian asked.
"Shut the fuck," the man said, punching Ian in the stomach. "You are a worthless piece of shit and will listen to me. Don't you fucking dare interrupt me when I speak, ok?"
No response from Ian, so the man slapped him across the face hard.
"You are Ian McDougall, a good for nothing, dregs of society who preys on hardworking individuals, stealing, using and abusing those around you. If I killed you now no-one would care, apart from your nana of course but more about her later. You stole from me and you are going to pay me back. I worked out that you stole about £1,000 worth of property from my house so need to pay me back ten times the value. I know you are a thick fucker so that means £10,000. How do you propose to pay me?"
"Go fuck yourself," Ian spat back.
"You are in no position to argue with me, are you you bastard?. How do you propose to pay me back?"
Ian didn't respond. He knew he was in a difficult position but he was cunning so knew he only needed one chance to take this man down and he would take it.
"I can't pay you back tied up here can I?"
"No. But you haven't told me what you propose yet"
"I have some money and you can have that"
"Where?"
"In a bank"
"Liar. I've checked and you have no bank account"
"Fuck off, I do"
"I think you need some incentive." The man turned and picked up the tablet. Pressing a few buttons a tv screen in the corner of the room flickered into life. Ian immediately recognised his nana, tied in a chair much like the one he was in. Nana was the only person he loved, having been brought up by her and seeing her tied up made him very scared.
"Let her go. Your beef is with me, not her"
"You dragged her into this by being a little cunt, who has no respect for others or their property. Now how are you going to pay me back?"
"I have some cash but I need time to earn some more. I have this girl you see..."
"I know all about Tanya, how you pimp her out, how you pump her full of drugs so she remains compliant. No that won't do. You have to earn it. Perhaps you should sell blowjobs?"
"Fuck off i'm not gay"
