The prostitute wakes up bloody and naked. Her wrists are chained to the wall. Her ankles, too, legs spread wide. She yanks and kicks, but the restraints won’t budge. Then, she freezes, eyes wide with terror. Standing before her is her captor. He holds out a baseball, indicating the direction of his next swing. Only this bat is wrapped with razor sharp barbed wire. And, it’s aimed right between her legs. She screams, he swings, and splat!
Yep, that’s how Death-Scort Service is playing it – sleazy, slimy, completely disgusting.
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