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Michael’s grip on Shane’s balls became tighter.
    "Maybe I should cut your eyes out for watching. What would think about that? Would that be a fair punishment?"
    "Please, please, don’t do that", Shane begged as Michael watched his face, pouring sweat, partly from the pain he was feeling from his balls and partly from the fear of not knowing what Michael was about to do to him.
    Michael moved the gun away from Shane’s chin and stepped back.
    "Get down on your hands and knees."
    "Please, don’t kill me." Shane was now crying, fearing that Michael was about to put a bullet through his head. Shane got on the ground on his hands and knees.
    Michael reached into his pocket, removed a silencer, and placed it on the end of his revolver. Michael then placed the gun at the base of Shane’s head.
    "On second thought; roll over and lay on your back."
    Shane hesitated for a moment, thinking that evidently Michael wanted to look him in the face when he killed him and Michael wanted him to see it coming.
    "I said roll over asshole."
    Shane rolled over on his back, looking up at Michael. Michael aimed the gun and Shane’s head. Shane closed his eyes, ready for the shot. Michael fired two shots -.one in each of Shane’s kneecaps. Shane screamed out, writhing in pain, blood gushing everywhere.
    "Don’t forget to give Tommy that message for me."
    Michael placed the gun in his jacket and walked out into the street. One thing he could count on in Hell’s Kitchen; no one paid any attention to screams in alleyways or between buildings…day or night.
    When Michael arrived home, Vivie was sitting on the couch, reading. Michael had several packages in his hands.
    "I have presents for the princess."
    Vivie took the packages from Michael, excited as if it were Christmas.
    "Now I had to guess as to the sizes so I hope everything fits."
    As Vivie opened the packages, she held the items up to herself for Michael’s approval. When she came to the undergarments, she blushed slightly. Even after all she had been through; there was still a part of Vivie that was innocent.
    "Well, okay then, go get dressed, we have more shopping to do."
    "More shopping? But Michael, you have so many things here already."
    "Vivie, I know little about women but one thing I know is that women like clothes, and these few things will never be enough. Now go get dressed so we can go."
    Vivie grabbed the packages and ran into the bedroom. Michael had not seen her this happy for some time. He wondered what she would think of him if she knew what he had done to Shane today. She had already told him she did not want him involved. Vivie must never know about today, but he swore to himself and to God that he would make those responsible for hurting her pay for what they had done. Michael thought to himself, one down Vivie. One down, two to go.

3.
    MICHAEL’S PROFESSION 
    Several weeks pass and Vivie gradually regains her strength and begins feeling that it may be time that she found her own place to live. Michael has been so very good to her; she could have never made it through such a difficult time without him. Michael mailed the letter she had written to her parents, a letter that was troubling for Vivie to write. Not necessarily finding the words to write but the fact that the words were lies. She had never intentionally lied to her parents. But this was a good lie. It was better for them to think that she was married and happy than for them to know that she had been beaten and raped and left to die there at Flannery’s Pub; six blocks from home. What Vivie did not know was that Michael had been sending her parents a check every week, on her behalf. Yes, the time had come for her to find a job, and a place to live. She had taken advantage of Michael’s hospitality long enough. But where to find a job, the only thing she had ever done was being a waitress at the pub. She would look in the newspaper to see if she could find any advertisements for a waitress, and if