Bill was sat in his chair, waiting for his next player to enter. He had won all rounds today, he was on a roll.

Bill looked at the rifle on the table as he smoked his cigarette, waiting for the door to open.

When it did open, two of his men entered with a small girl. She looked young. And she was squirming and crying begging to be released.

Bill rose his eyebrow as his men handcuffed her hands to the playing table. She looked more scared at the sight of the rifle. Bill spoke.

"She doesn't want to play."