It was about twenty minutes past the hour.
Mourning sun had not laid its presence among the living yet.

I was stuck at a motel with a stanch of rotten meat to greet me.
There were two young teens lying on the bed with there throats slit. They were tied down, had socks shoved down there throats and bound to the bed as the murders proceeded to tie them up. The young lady had appeared to struggle for her ankle restraints were not tied to her.
42 hours have passed and no one could smell this. It amazes me just a bit but really if you smelt death would you want to be the one to call it in.
I had spotted two coffee cups sitting on the television, both of the cups seem to be missing one thing and that was a pair of lip stick smeared on the rim.
It had appeared two people were sitting here and just watching. As they struggle for there life. Hearing them plea for some mercy!