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Briana: That knot isn’t tight enough, damn it Fix that, Marc, you stupid little bitch

Marc: I’un down, okay? Please, Briana That thing could go off

Yuki knew that Marc tightened the knot and then rolled flat onto his back

Briana: Grip the other bedpost with your right hand Do what I tell you, Marc, or I will shoot you and walk the hell out of here

Yuki saw alarm on the jurors’ faces Mrs Moloney, for instance, aAt the other end of the row Mr Koenig, a twentysoh schoolhis mouth with both hands

On-screen, even in the darkened roole on the sheets Briana Hill, fully dressed, was standing at the foot of the bed, holding a gun with both hands, the muzzle aimed at Marc

Yuki knew that it was at this point that Briana put the gun down on a chair and cinched a necktie around Marc’s wrist, lashing it to the headboard

Briana: There There we go Got you now

On the tape Marc was breathing loudly Could be from panic

Marc: You’re going too far, Briana I’ht now

Briana checked each of the ties, then slowly undressed, folding her jacket, sweater, slacks, stacking them on the chair She peeled off her panties and passed the her bra over the footboard

Marc strained at the ties and could be heard saying, “This is crazy This is wrong This isn’t going to work, Briana”

“We’ll see about that,” she said

When she was naked, she got onto the bed and, kneeling between Marc’s spread legs, enitals with her hands and her mouth before she mounted him

Tomen jurors partially covered their eyes, but there was no way to shut out the sounds of both parties breathing hard, , “Say it, Marc You like this This is what you want”