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stepped around the bar and out into the living room.
“Hello, Denise.”
She jumped at the sound of his voice. “Who are you? What are you doing in here?” She backed away, but kept her eyes on him. “I’m calling security.”
He moved silently toward her.
“I mean it. You need to leave.” Her voice lost some of its confidence. She lunged for her phone on the counter, but he was behind her.
The sound of her body hitting the floor filled him with pleasure. Finally, the anger found an outlet.
She moaned and her head bobbed as she came to in the chair in the center of the living room. He had tied her hands and feet to the arms and legs of the chair with zip ties. A more than efficient tool for resisting force and keeping her in place.
Her eyes opened and she looked around the room, unsure about what was happening. She tried to move her arm and began to struggle when she realized she was trapped. She stopped suddenly, a look of terror twisting her features when she saw him watching her.
He stood across from her holding his tool box. Waiting. He’d waited months to carry out his plan and it was finally time. Time to make her pay, to make them all pay. Without a word he knelt down, opened his tool box, and began arranging tools on the plastic covering the carpet.
“You can have whatever you want. There’s jewelry in the bedroom.” She stammered when he didn’t respond. “All the cash I have is in my wallet on the counter.”
He remained quiet, focusing on his tools, letting the anticipation build. Her voice escalated with fear as she continued to plead with him.
“What do you want?” She still didn’t understand.
He looked up and stared at her. His eyes boring into hers. It was the only part of his face that she could see, but it was enough. Her face crumbled and she began to sob.
“You remember me now, don’t you? I remember you, too.” He slid a red bandana over her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about you while I’ve been away.”
Denise gasped for air, then her eyes widened as he bent over and picked up one of his tools. When he clamped the metal down, she screamed until her voice cracked and he smiled behind his mask. Her head bobbed back and forth, from one shoulder to the other, and then her eyes locked on something across the room. He followed her gaze and a rush of hate surged through him. Tucked behind several knickknacks on a shelf, stood a wooden framed picture of Denise standing next to a smiling Samantha. He gritted his teeth and tore his eyes away from the picture.
Blood dripped from Denise’s fingers while she cried and begged him to stop. He reached for the wire cutters again. He slipped them around her middle finger at the joint and squeezed. Her bone crushed beneath the pressure, but he could barely hear the sounds of bones grinding over her muffled screams. The bandana covering her mouth was drenched in tears, sweat and saliva. She bit down on it when he slid the metal over her index finger. She whimpered and tensed as the same grinding sound started again.
“Try not to act so surprised, Denise. I told you I’d see you again.”
She looked up at him through tears.
“You know why I’m here.” Her head slumped. “Look at me,” he growled. But, she didn’t lift her head. She was on the verge of passing out.
With the knife in his left hand, he grabbed her ear, sliced it off, and dropped it to the plastic. She screamed again. The sound more animal than human.
“You never did listen,” he held back a full grin. That would come soon, though. “Don’t worry, Denise. I know you’d never want someone to see you this way. Fortunately for you, I don’t think you need to worry about anyone ever seeing you after tonight.”
She looked at him then and tried to speak. He understood what she was saying to him through tears and the cloth in her mouth.
“Oh, you misunderstand, I don’t want anything from you. I already got what I came for.” He leaned down and put his face
“Hello, Denise.”
She jumped at the sound of his voice. “Who are you? What are you doing in here?” She backed away, but kept her eyes on him. “I’m calling security.”
He moved silently toward her.
“I mean it. You need to leave.” Her voice lost some of its confidence. She lunged for her phone on the counter, but he was behind her.
The sound of her body hitting the floor filled him with pleasure. Finally, the anger found an outlet.
She moaned and her head bobbed as she came to in the chair in the center of the living room. He had tied her hands and feet to the arms and legs of the chair with zip ties. A more than efficient tool for resisting force and keeping her in place.
Her eyes opened and she looked around the room, unsure about what was happening. She tried to move her arm and began to struggle when she realized she was trapped. She stopped suddenly, a look of terror twisting her features when she saw him watching her.
He stood across from her holding his tool box. Waiting. He’d waited months to carry out his plan and it was finally time. Time to make her pay, to make them all pay. Without a word he knelt down, opened his tool box, and began arranging tools on the plastic covering the carpet.
“You can have whatever you want. There’s jewelry in the bedroom.” She stammered when he didn’t respond. “All the cash I have is in my wallet on the counter.”
He remained quiet, focusing on his tools, letting the anticipation build. Her voice escalated with fear as she continued to plead with him.
“What do you want?” She still didn’t understand.
He looked up and stared at her. His eyes boring into hers. It was the only part of his face that she could see, but it was enough. Her face crumbled and she began to sob.
“You remember me now, don’t you? I remember you, too.” He slid a red bandana over her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about you while I’ve been away.”
Denise gasped for air, then her eyes widened as he bent over and picked up one of his tools. When he clamped the metal down, she screamed until her voice cracked and he smiled behind his mask. Her head bobbed back and forth, from one shoulder to the other, and then her eyes locked on something across the room. He followed her gaze and a rush of hate surged through him. Tucked behind several knickknacks on a shelf, stood a wooden framed picture of Denise standing next to a smiling Samantha. He gritted his teeth and tore his eyes away from the picture.
Blood dripped from Denise’s fingers while she cried and begged him to stop. He reached for the wire cutters again. He slipped them around her middle finger at the joint and squeezed. Her bone crushed beneath the pressure, but he could barely hear the sounds of bones grinding over her muffled screams. The bandana covering her mouth was drenched in tears, sweat and saliva. She bit down on it when he slid the metal over her index finger. She whimpered and tensed as the same grinding sound started again.
“Try not to act so surprised, Denise. I told you I’d see you again.”
She looked up at him through tears.
“You know why I’m here.” Her head slumped. “Look at me,” he growled. But, she didn’t lift her head. She was on the verge of passing out.
With the knife in his left hand, he grabbed her ear, sliced it off, and dropped it to the plastic. She screamed again. The sound more animal than human.
“You never did listen,” he held back a full grin. That would come soon, though. “Don’t worry, Denise. I know you’d never want someone to see you this way. Fortunately for you, I don’t think you need to worry about anyone ever seeing you after tonight.”
She looked at him then and tried to speak. He understood what she was saying to him through tears and the cloth in her mouth.
“Oh, you misunderstand, I don’t want anything from you. I already got what I came for.” He leaned down and put his face
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