Story 4: When you Leashed expect it ... Tails of Domination.

Did you ever feel as if the world was out to get you? Contracts for buying a car, agreements for warranties, Home loans, and mortgages, and in some places you even needed to to sign a membership contract to go grocery shopping.

Well, it seemed that someone forgot to tell Jenna that defaulting on some of these could draw the attention of some unsavory individuals. The kind that breaks your legs, for example.

So if you plan on keeping a rental car an extra day without informing the rental agency, you’ll probably have a problem.

Which is where we find Jenna at the moment. In a dark warehouse, naked and strapped down to a bench in a humiliating position. Thugs with face masks and hand-held weapons, like bats, and pipes and crowbars surrounded her.

There were lamps positioned in four places around her and a video camera pointed right at her face. “I can hear me sainted mother’s voice now...” said a raspy voice from behind her. Irish if Jenna had to guess, but it could be an affect to fool her.

“Aiden, she says ... If ye’re gonna be late fer supper, just give us a jingle.” the voice began laughing, and all the thugs laughed with him. “Didn’t yer mother ever teach you that?” he asked.

“I’m sorry...” Jenna apologized. “Just an oversight, I was busy...”

The unidentified voice made a Tsking sound, then, “Excuses ... Always excuses with yer ilk.” he was beginning to sound annoyed. “What do you think would happen to me business if I let everyone walk all over me like that?”

“I didn’t mean...” Jenna began but was cut off.

“It was rhetorical!” he shouted. “Nevertheless, recompense must be made.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he walked around into Jenna’s field of vision. He was a tall, slim man but he carried himself with authority.

“Now then, lovely ... you will be the first one privileged to try out our latest punishment method,” he tapped a walking stick on the concrete floor before swinging it up under his arm.

“Send in the lads, will ya?” he motioned to his subordinates. Two of the thugs walked away but soon returned, each leading a large dog almost three feet tall at the shoulder. If she were to guess they each weighed about one-hundred fifty pounds or sixty-eight kilogram.

They had thick, dark tan coats, and black markings around the eyes and snout that made them look like they were wearing masks. They didn’t seem particularly threatening, But Jenna supposed if the thugs riled them up any dog could be dangerous.

The tall man knelt in front of Jenna. She could see a wide scar that ran from his eyebrow to his jaw on the left side of his face. He had two gold teeth in front and his nose looked like it had been broken too many times and the doctor couldn’t straighten it anymore.

“Since we couldn’t find any cold hard cash on you...” hissed the man. His breath stank of tobacco and fried fish. “We’ll just let the laddies take a pound or two of your flesh.”