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<strong>Jack</strong> <strong>kilborn</strong> <strong>SErial</strong> <strong>blakE</strong> <strong>crouch</strong><br />
die too fast. head injuries ruin the fun. We’ll go slow in the<br />
beginning. barely walking speed. Then we’ll speed up a bit<br />
when we get you onto asphalt. The last ones screamed for<br />
five miles. They were skeletons when i finally pulled over. but<br />
you’re so heavy, i think you just might break that record.”<br />
“i have some bleach spray in the trunk,” Donaldson said.<br />
“You might want to spritz me with that first, make it hurt<br />
even more.”<br />
“i prefer lemon juice, but it’s no good until after the first<br />
half mile.”<br />
Donaldson laughed.<br />
“You think this is a joke?”<br />
he shook his head. “no. but when you have the<br />
opportunity to kill, you should kill. not talk.”<br />
Donaldson sat up, quick for a man his size, and rammed<br />
his helmet into lucy’s face. as she reeled back, he caught her<br />
shirt with his swollen hands and rolled on top of her, his bulk<br />
making her gasp.<br />
“The keys,” he ordered. “undo my hands, right now.”<br />
lucy tried to talk, but her lungs were crushed. Donaldson<br />
shifted and she gulped in some air.<br />
“in...the...guitar case...”<br />
“That’s a shame. That means you die right here. Person-<br />
ally, i think suffocation is the way to go. all that panic and<br />
struggle. Dragging some poor sap behind you? Where’s the<br />
fun in that? hell, you can’t even see it without taking your<br />
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