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Husband's revenge

Linda's GPS announced her arrival at her destination as she pulled off the side road and coasted across the car park toward the front of the warehouse. Lifting the hood of her shell jacket over her head to protect her from the rain, she grabbed her canvas bag from the passenger seat and darted outside, avoiding the waterlogged potholes as she ran toward the building. The steel roll-up door in front of her was open a few feet, and she ducked under it and into the warehouse, shaking herself to rid her of the water. Inside, the building looked smaller than she'd imaged it would be. A small office stood just off to the left, but the rest of the space was open plan with various tables, shelving, and lockers shoved against the walls. Overhead, typical florescent lighting flooded the room, while thick wire embedded in the support beams hung a few meters above the floor. In the center of the room, two men stood watching her, cigarette smoke wafting upwards and swirling in the breeze from the open door. "Name?" the taller of the men demanded as he threw his butt down and ground it into the cement floor with his shoe. "Linda. We spoke on the phone," Linda replied nervously. Suddenly, alone in a warehouse with these two strangers she felt very isolated and very unsure of herself. She held up the bag for the men to see, trying to move things along: "I brought the money. All of it." "Hmm," the man grunted and walked forward to take it from her hand before wordlessly turning and chucking ...

... it to his partner. "So you want your husband dead, right? No second thoughts?" Linda gathered her resolve and looked the man squarely in the eye as she answered. "This is what I want. He's a bastard and I want out. He's not the type of man who would agree to a divorce." In response, the man just looked at her for what seemed like an age, before the sound of the office door opening made Linda spin around. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, honey," her husband said calmly as he stepped onto the warehouse floor. "It would have really upset out plans for you if you'd backed out." "John," Linda gasped as she backed away. "What's going on?" "Apparently you're trying to have me killed," Linda's husband grinned. "A bit of advice though; next time you may try and avoid contacting the people that work for me. They tend to be quite loyal." Turning to face the man with the money, "Is it all there?" he asked. The man nodded in the affirmative. Good," he said, "that's yours then, as we agreed." Then, looking at his wife once again he spoke to his men, "Now, secure my loving wife please." Linda shrieked as firm hands immediately grabbed her wrists and brought them to her front. Dangling a set of padded handcuffs in front of her face, one of the men rolled up her sleeves and tantalizingly slowly snapped them over her wrists so that the sound of each ratchet was clearly audible over the girl's struggles. "No! Let me go!" Linda screamed as she kicked out at the men holding her. Easily held in ...