The court date is tomorrow and I am so nervous to be a material witness in the trial of a notorious mob king pin. The court sent marshal Amanda Foxx to guard me and keep me calm the night before I testify. I feel so much safer under her care as she shows me her 38. I go to my room to shower and rest and suddenly I feel I huge burly arm wrapped around my arms and a calloused hand clasped over my mouth. The mob hit man me down onto the bed and wraps a thin leather cord around my neck. I struggle and wrestle him on the bed trying to loosen his grasp but I am no match for his strength. I hear m...

The court date is tomorrow and I am so nervous to be a material witness in the trial of a notorious mob king pin. The court sent marshal Amanda Foxx to guard me and keep me calm the night before I testify. I feel so much safer under her care as she shows me her 38. I go to my room to shower and rest and suddenly I feel I huge burly arm wrapped around my arms and a calloused hand clasped over my mouth. The mob hit man me down onto the bed and wraps a thin leather cord around my neck. I struggle and wrestle him on the bed trying to loosen his grasp but I am no match for his strength. I hear myself gurgling and I feel the room closing in on me as he tightens it. The busty blonde marshal enters the run and points her weapon at him ordering him to release me. The brute laughs as he smacks it out of her hand then shoves her body down on the bed where a struggle occurs leaving poor protector Amanda Fox on the floor. I am somewhat revived and I make a run for the door, but my stiletto high heels are a deterrent and the mob man catches me. He lifts me up over his shoulder and carries me back into the room throwing me onto the bed again. He roughly binds my arms behind me back cinching my elbows tightly then he secures my wrists and crossed ankles with rope. Amanda comes to and manages to sit upright and the burly hit man wraps her head in a brutally tight scissor hold. Amanda kicks and grabs for his arms, but her efforts are futile and she succumbs ... I sob and beg him for mercy pleading for my life. The hit man laughs as he gropes and fondles my bound body. Please mister please I beg!! I swear I won't testify I manage to mumble through my gag. I scream when I see him pull a plastic bag out of his pocket. The mob hit me looks me in the eye and says you know what happens to rats, don't you?