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<strong>Jack</strong> <strong>kilborn</strong> <strong>SErial</strong> <strong>blakE</strong> <strong>crouch</strong><br />
wrists still bound behind her back.<br />
She disappeared into the woods.<br />
Donaldson took a moment, fumbling for the door handle.<br />
he found it, but paused.<br />
he adjusted the rearview mirror, grinning to see the<br />
blood between his teeth.<br />
“Should we let this one go, sport? or show the little<br />
missus that there are things a lot scarier than a guitar case<br />
full of bondage shit?”<br />
Donaldson winked at his reflection, yanked out the keys,<br />
yanked up the brake, and shoved his door open. he weaved<br />
over to the trunk, a stupid grin on his face, got the right key<br />
in on the third try.<br />
among the bottles of bleach solution, the rolls of paper<br />
towels, the gas cans, and the baby wipes, Donaldson grabbed<br />
the only weapon an upstanding citizen could legally carry<br />
without harassment from law enforcement.<br />
woods.<br />
The tire iron clenched in his hand, he bellowed at the<br />
“i’m coming for you, lucy! and there won’t be any drugs<br />
to dull your pain!”<br />
he stumbled into the forest after her, his erection<br />
beginning to blossom.<br />
She <strong>crouch</strong>ed behind a juniper tree, the zip tie digging into<br />
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