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Chapter Thirty Six
Mrs. Spikes landed another hot slap on the man's fat face as he struggled to get up from the ground where he was pinned to by Sheryl and Amaya but failed.
"Where's Harvey!?" Mrs. Spikes thundered.
"I - I don't - know," he was obviously scared and it got fuelled when he saw the the other person he'd been with minutes ago with shut eyelids and not appearing to be breathing a few feet from him."One - LAST - Time!" Mrs. Spikes roared, "Where - is - Harvey - Rhett!?"
The man closed his eyes and swallowed air as though he was in a dream and he'd want nothing more than to wake up and see that all's right. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the big framed, small eyed, large arms of Mrs. Sheryl smack against his face harder than ever!His face was going red all right, "okay," he spluttered, coughing as he spoke, "Harvey is - back on the floor where you came from. Where you all were kept, he is in one of the rooms w
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