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[i]As if he had caught a whiff of her thoughts, Donny addressed the issue of her mortality in this situation.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Yuh know bah knaow that I don't need yuh. Red Clah thinks Ah have yuh alahv, an' that's what mattahs. Ah could kill yuh an' he'd be none thah wisah. Plus Ah'd sleep easiah with yuh dead, an' not in muh home. Only reason yuh breathin' because yuh fun tah have 'round, an' Ah can't letchah go till Red Clah's dead."

"Sah don't give muh a reason tah staht dislikin' yuh, missus. If yuh buried in severahl pieces innuh unmarked grave innuh woods, who'll miss yuh? How long'll yuh be missed? Yuh'll be rottin' bug food, an' that'll be thuh storah of yuh life. Nothin' else'll be remembered, if at awll. Yuh'll be sittin' in thuh showuh and wettin' yuhself."[/color]

[i]Without his face changing in the slightest, Donny dragged the hostage into his clean, roomy bathroom and propped her beneath the showerhead without letting her legs loose. He'd turn on the water to a comfortable temperature before pacing to the door, pausing only to tell her to give a yell when she was done. 

So this was how a true psychopath acted. Mercy was a whim, and only a thin line separated the realms of life and death. He didn't see people as people, but as objects to be used for gain and amusement.[/i]