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“Never! I’ll never tell you why we’re here!” Netty shouted furiously as he struggled violently against the belts Merv and the guard had tied around his body. Merv gave an evil smile at the boy as she walked away from the table over to a door, most likely her closet of supplies. “You’ve made a poor choice,” the girl said as she grabbed hold of the door knob. “If you don’t tell me why you’re here in the city, your punishment will be great, behold!”
Merv let out an evil laugh as she yanked the door open, unfortunately for her, she was greeted by one of her boss’s guards taking a shower in plain view of both her and Netty who both gasped out loud in surprise and froze like a deer in highlights, wearing something the torturer would wholeheartedly compare to underwear. The guard let out a panicked squeal as he scrambled in the shower, trying to cover up but only further exposed to the two present in the room.
Merv snapped out of her daze and slammed the door shut, slightly turning her head to her prisoner. “Uhhh, ahem, whoopsie,” the girl said sheepishly as she tried to erase that awful mental image out of her head. “Ugh, quick, somebody get the jaws of life!” Netty whined out, voice cracking. “Uhhh, for what, that wedgie?” Merv asked awkwardly, cringing so hard that she almost turned into somebody else. “No, to reopen my eyes!” Unfortunately for Netty, Merv didn’t have the jaws of life.