Page 6 of Bad Situation

As soon as she got to the door, it blew back.

“Who the hell are you?” A grouchy male demanded.

“You can call me the toad Princess. Where's my girl?” Harry asked.

“We've not hurt her. Just let us leave, and we'll never be back.”

“You think that's good enough?”

“Please?” One of the guys said.

“You're funny. You can go, but only you. The rest of you will be decided upon individually. Who knocked her out?”

All the guys pointed at one of them. He immediately became a toad. The others had a sick look on their faces. One of them began to cry. The guy that she had freed finally took off running. Grant decided that she wanted one witness to get away so that he could tell his story to everyone. He wasn't sure that was a good idea, and he wasn't sure the guy would tell anyone. That was okay because this was Harry's show, and he wasn't getting involved.

“Who are the sick guys that like to rape women and make them cry?”

The other guys pointed to two, and Harry did something, but he wasn't sure what. “What did you do to us?” One of the guys asked.

“You try to rape another woman, and your junk is going to fall off. It will hurt, too, and you will scream," Harry explained.

Grant thought that was fair. He was sure these guys couldn't enjoy sex if they couldn't hurt someone. This basically stopped them from having sex. Harry had just saved many women from suffering. Those two guys took off, and he bet the first thing they were going to do was test it. They would quickly find out that she was telling the truth, and sex was off the table for them.

“Any of you decent guys they just took on a job they didn't understand?”

“I'd like to think I was, but I have to admit that I stood by and let them do what they wanted even if it made me sick. I've never had much luck keeping a regular job, and I needed the money," one of the guys said.

“If I let you go, am I going to run into you again?” Harry asked.

“Not if I can help it. Maybe now that I'm in Alaska, I can find a regular job.”

“Go and be bad no more," Harry giggled.

“What about us?" One of the last three guys asked.

“What do you think I should do with you?”

“What about jail?”

“Do you know anything about the jail I would send you to?”

“Wouldn't the state troopers get us?” He asked.

“You're not that lucky. This jail is so bad people are trying to get the cops to kill them, so they don't have to go there. You do realize that what you have been doing is murder, rape, and mayhem?” Harry wondered.

“They told us it didn't count. You guys are some kind of monsters. Nothing we do to you is bad.”

“Really? Do I look like a monster? Do you think I don't feel pain? You think some of these people you hurt don't have mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters that love them? Our kind was here before you were, and we tried to leave you alone and live in peace. What has that gotten us? We could have destroyed you and not have to deal with this. We still can destroy you. I feel like you need to be punished in some way. Come up with a better plan.”

“What about if we work it off?” One of the guys said.

“What can you do?” Harry asked.

“Should you do this, Harry? These guys are killers.”

“None of us have killed anyone. That’s why we gave up so quickly and didn’t run.” He admitted. “This work doesn't fit. None of us have liked it, and we don't really understand what they want us to do.”

“They want you to spread hate and rape and kill people," Harry explained.

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