He's going to call somebody

You shudder as Mr. Chandler looks at you, his face a cold mask of disdain. You whimper, your eyes pleading, fearing the worst as he slowly eyes your trembling body, letting your anxious anticipation build.

"I'm gonna call a guy. He's in the disposal business," he laughs cruelly. "This bitch'll wind up in some skanky brothel in who knows where, at least until she's all fucked out. Then...well they'll find a place to put her..."

You start to sob in frantic terror as the other men laugh and dress. Mr. Chandler turns cold and merciless eyes on you, a vicious smile curling his lips.

"I hope it was worth it you thieving cunt. You're going to pay for it with everything you have in that ripe young body."