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41. HIS WORLD

~PAMELA

The drive to the yacht was sullen for me because I was still recovering from all the fucked up things I had seen today. It seemed like death followed Stephan everywhere that he went.

My mind drifted back to those two teenage girls I had seen in that room. My eyes could not forget the scars and whip marks. I could still see the terror vividly in their eyes as they held onto each other.

It had triggered something in me and I did not even remember pulling out my gun. I was sullen because Stephan had been right all along, I had shot my gun.

I wanted to shoot the piece of shit who called himself Marquis. He looked sickly and creepy at the same time. I had fantasized about shooting off his latex-clad dick.

"Don't let it get to ya, Ms. Hallway, to us this is just Tuesday," Frank shattered my thoughts.

I looked over at him as he hunched over the steering wheel, driving fast.

"We could have saved those girls you know, but I guess you guys are not heroes," I said in a sole