Chapter 666 Neuro Submission Transmitter: 91

"Let her go, Dad." I say, knowing it sounds lame, but unable to come up with anything else. "We can work something out." I tell him, trying to come up with a plan, as Maggie pulls her shorts and panties down, still holding the scissors. "Holy fuck!" Dad exclaims, looking at Maggie's thick, unruly bush. "What a fucking jungle!" He smiles, still watching me, to see what I'll do.