“OK! You don’t have to do this!” she begged. xxx Now the girl’s head whipped side to side as she tried to take in her surroundings. Her mouth suddenly felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton. “Please let us go! Aaahhh! On that chair she saw Brad, her boyfriend. “Brad!” Ashley felt a spike of worry for her boyfriend, terrified that he might have split his head open. Folding them and placing them neatly at the foot of the stairway, he turned back to his captive. “I do not believe you, Ashley.” He began to strip. Oh my god. That didn’t slip Mladic’s notice either. It was a place where drinking to excess and a little wildness could be indulged without worrying about neighbors – or cops.
