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Donovan is a dirty fucker. He hasn’t even bothered to take me out of the van, what is this prick planning? To kill me? Not if I can help it. In hindsight he really should have searched me before throwing me in the back of the van, such a stupid mistake. Unknown to him, I have a pocket knife in my back pocket, such a fool! I did consider using it to get out of this van, but I don't know who or what is on the other side, and I need to be wise with my choices. I'll just wait here until he decides to come and get me.

I wonder if he found Raine; is that why I'm still in here? It's possible, since I didn't hide her very well. To be honest, it was just convenient for me at the time.

With it seeming quiet out there, I assume he must have left. Unless he’s doing the whole calm before the storm thing, trying to give me a false sense of security. Well, that shit won’t fly with me. I’m a lot smarter than that. I’m ready and waiting for whatever he wants to throw my way. Prepared to slit his throat the first chance I get, I would give anything to see him bleed out. Unfortunately, I’m a murderer now anyways, so I might as well do as much damage as I can before I get taken down or killed.

I make myself comfortable as I wait for him to come and play. I stretch out and cradle my head with my hands, crossing my feet at the ankles, and for no other reason than to be annoying, I begin to sing. Gods be damned, I’m going to sing until the fucker can’t stand the sound of my voice anymore.

He probably thought I would be in here all sniffly and crying, please do not kill me , well think again, fucker. Not me, nope. I will welcome death. HIS.