The Security Guards tie Tom to the chair
using strips of his own, shredded T-shirt.
The rest of it they toss into the fire, along with his jeans.
They leave him alone while they phone up the Police.
planning to arrange a humiliating, naked hand-over.
But it's Christmas Eve and the Police are too busy.
So the Guards call the owner of the house for instructions.
The rest of it they toss into the fire, along with his jeans.
They leave him alone while they phone up the Police.
planning to arrange a humiliating, naked hand-over.
But it's Christmas Eve and the Police are too busy.
So the Guards call the owner of the house for instructions.
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| Mitchell HG16 - In a warm spot |
While they're away, Tom wrestles with his bindings but cannot get free.
Besides, it's freezing outside, how can he escape without any clothes?
The fire behind him becomes hotter and ever more fiery.
It's comforting warmth becoming unbearable heat.
Tom had specially chosen, scruffy, old clothes for the raid
Ones previously worn for his car maintenance jobs.
Infused with oils and combustible chemicals
they feed the conflagration.
He won't be wearing them again.
He won't be wearing them again.
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