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Chapter Seventeen
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Jack was incredibly tired with having to deal with all of these needy women. Why couldn’t their mothers teach them self-respect? Shannon’s face turned into every no-name whore he had known. Nobody missed them when he was done. Killing them had become instinct. He even did a few for free—an incentive or bonus for himself. The anticipation in the moments leading up to the kill turned him on—knowing these women were getting what they deserved.
Coming up from behind Shannon, like a fox would his prey, his black, long, skinny leather belt in both hands—his weapon of choice. He would have liked to come from in front to see her expression, but time was not on his side. He would rather take his time with Payton instead. He loved killing the inner fighting spirit.
Shannon was completely unaware of Jack’s movements and immersed in her own thoughts. But suddenly, the leather cut into her skin. Instinct had her attempting to grab the belt. He began dragging her backward to his room, her feet tripping on each other, unable to keep up. With each trip and stumble the belt seemed to tighten around her neck. She was unable to muster any type of sound. Her only hope was that Logan was getting this on his monitor, from the video camera on her purse. She silently prayed she would be saved in time. She was fighting as hard as she could as he took control of her body. She felt incredibly helpless and scared beyond anything she had ever felt before. She began to tire and felt her energy slipping away.
Each pull had her choking a little bit more, leaving each breath she had more shallow. Her body became numb. Jack had fooled her; he was a monster. She would have liked to scream for help but the belt was now cinched so tightly around her neck that she could no longer breathe. Her eyes that were once popping out from fear were now fighting to stay open. The room they were entering was flickering in and out of her vision.
As she was pulled into the room she noticed a body on the bed, in between her eyes opening and closing. Trying to focus on everything—herself, the situation and the body—she realized it was Payton.
Jack decided to stop playing around and tightened the belt even more then wrapped it around the closet door. If she were still alive when he returned, he would fix the problem. Ideally, he would have liked to take his time with both of the whores, but today was not his day.
He shifted his focus to Payton, where she lay, looking at him wide-eyed and full of fear. He liked that she was awake. More fun for the both of them.
“Get up!” he demanded, as he yanked her thin body up and pulled her out of the room, leaving a soon to be lifeless Shannon.
“If you want any chance to get out of this alive you are going to do everything I say.” Jack lied. He preferred his victims to have a small glimmer of hope; it made it more of a challenge.
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All Logan couldthink about was the bottle of vodka he had stashed away. The harder he tried to focus on what was happening upstairs, the more distracted he was by the street outside. Looking back at his video, that only had range within the hotel, Shannon looked safe. Nothing seemed out of place. He reasoned she should be fine in the couple of minutes it would take to run to his car to get the vodka. He just needed a sip to help him focus.
