“No, we won’t have any of that,” Matt said. He took the knife from her hands with relative ease. “Tie her up, baby.” He kissed Trisha deeply. Now is my chance, Carolyn thought. She turned and was about to run when a force smashed her calf down, mid-step. “AHH!” “I said no,” Matt calmly reminded as Trisha dragged her to the bed. “What are you doing?” Matt questioned, seething with anger. “She will not get away this time,” Trisha replied, numb at her own words.

“Baby let me do the honors. This bitch has always been stealing my thunder, my time to shine. I should be the one to stop the storm.” “No,” Matt said calmly. “Strip her of her clothes. I want ‘The Virgin Queen’ to be completely humiliated before she dies.” “What?” “You remember when we first did it? You were embarassed and we love each other. Imagine what she would feel like and we hate her.” “You’re so sinister it’s sexy.” She kissed him again. A tear formed in Carolyn’s eye; she will suffer hell before the embrace of death.