357 - Checking In


You tear open the shower curtain so forcefully that it breaks free from two of the retaining rings. Brenda, the woman you kidnapped from the Tuesday Morning parking lot yesterday, is still lying gagged and bound and you breathe a sigh of relief.

You didn't lose any sleep worrying over her or anything, but man you were a little nervous when you woke up and didn't hear the muffled whimpers that served as your lullaby last night.

"Phew!" you say out loud, wiping you hand across your brow. "Thought you'd flown the coop for a second, Brenda! You had me worried!"

Brenda doesn't respond. Rude.