Ted pushed Tommy into the trailer. Ben followed with Scott and then slammed shut the door and bolted it. Tommy' s eyes slowly adjusted to the dim interior of the trailer. The stifli and humidity and the stench of huma instantly brought back memories of their first enter here; but while those sensations were familiar, the trailer looked quite different.
"We had a little… uh… i, you might say, iown after yours," said Ted. "Somebody got a little out of trol and things got out of hand. So we had to do a little remodeling. How do you like the new digs?"
The rear of the trailer had been fitted with a cage, with a narrow swinging door. "We store the more valuable equipment in there when we' re traveling so we lock it down," said Ted, pointing toward the cell. "But it works real good for holding little pukes like you too. And that' s not the only addition."
Tommy turo the side of the trailer, where Gus was busy manhandling Steve. Two steel plates had been welded to the wall, about six feet up and a yard apart. Each of the plates was fitted with long Velcro bands.
Gus ed each of Steve' s wrists in the bands, leaving him helplessly spreadeagled against the wall. Similar bands were fitted around his ankles.
Ted threw Scott and Tommy into the cage and bolted the door. "You watch from there and think about what we' re going to do to you later. Right now we' re going to have some fun with abs boy here."
Steve stared defiantly from his bound position. "You want to work my abs, go head. I' ve gone one oh bigger guys than you in gutpus. I dare you to break me," he spit at the three thugs.
"Those are nice abs," said Ben, as he gingerly removed Steve' s glasses and put them into his pocket. "Yeah, it would probably take us a while to break you with gut punches. But luckily, I found this on big brother over there."
Ben held up Scott' s Taser. "I hear these things hurt like a sonofabitch," Ben said, clig the "on" switch. The Ta