Garth was pretty sure he didn’t want in. Take up Hanson’s offer .. join the gang.
So his toughness had impressed Hanson, had it? Enough to become one of his thugs? He wasn’t so sure he was too impressed, though .. not by what Hanson had put him through.
And what was all that about, anyway? That torture session? That some twisted sort of job interview? Testing Garth out? See if he had it in him?
So Hanson thought he had? He’d passed the test? Tough enough to be privileged to join Hanson’s muscle meat. Offered the job of going round beating people up. Hitting them with max physical violence to get them to cooperate. Quite an offer!
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“Always on the lookout for a guy who looks the part,” Hanson had concluded before he had left Garth like this.
Like hell had Garth applied for the position. He’d just stopped those thugs from abusing a lady in the bar. Had someone spotted him when the goons were doing him over? Impressed how he’d fought back .. thought he “looked tough as nails”? That was what they had been about? Torturing him out of his skin. Testing how damned tough he really was? Good enough to join the gang of scumbags. Singled him out for this “greatness”. This privilege of being a paid thug. Obviously he’d passed. Hanson offered him the job. All he had to say was Yes.
Not one flicker of second thoughts on Hanson’s face for putting Garth through all that. In fact, Hanson had looked put out when Garth asked if he could think about it.
“Five minutes,” he’d growled. Then Hanson had gone out .. leaving Garth still wired-up .. a world-class erection taped to this rod .. nipple clamps still burning away at his nerves.
Not the sort of thing Garth was in to .. doing the dirty work for a gang boss. Grabbing a rival gang member and reassembling his face. He could do that. He’d smashed up that goon’s face earlier. But that prick had had it coming.
On the other hand, Garth needed a way out of this mess. He hadn’t been left wired up by chance. That look of annoyance on Hanson’s face said, Turn him down .. he’d finish off the job. Just turn up the dial on the transformer .. turn it to full. Indifferently listening to Garth shrieking his guts up. Keep it on till Garth’s heart gave out. A “punk” like him .. to the likes of Hanson .. he was dispensable. Hanson had made that abundantly clear. He wasn’t the kind to let Garth walk free.
Couldn’t harm, then …. ? Take the job? After all, he’d be doing over a member of some other gang. Each bit-of-scum as bad as each other. Beat the crap out of some guy who’d happily do it to him. Look what these suckers had put him through. For no reason. No reason at all.
All Garth had to do .. just had to play along. Take the job. Do a few work-outs on rival gangs .. beat some gang-dickhead out of his skin. First chance he got, though .. vamoose. Garth would be out of here. Disappear in a puff of smoke.
Couldn’t do much harm, then? Saying Yes?
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