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Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

We sleep with Rachel cuffed to my wrist. I hated sleeping on the bed, but the high from killing that dweeb and burning his house down made me crash. I slept harder than I have in a long time. Even the fact I had a hot, blue-haired number lying practically in my arms couldn’t rouse me.

It turns out that killing is good for the sleep cycle. I should do it more.

In the morning, I check Rachel’s leg again. It doesn’t look irritated or infected. Then I cuff her to the foot of the bed so I can leave. Thank god this is an old hotel, and the bed still has bedposts while being bolted to the floor. Rachel fights me, but I can’t take her where I’m going.

“I’m going to have to gag you.” I give Rachel a look. She’ll definitely scream her pretty little head off while I’m gone. And oddly enough, I don’t want to lose her. Despite the fact she pissed me off last night, I’m growing fond of the little horrified looks she gives me. It’s like having my own personal cheerleader.

I do throw blankets on the floor so she’s more comfortable. I use her leggings to gag her, which means she’s pantless, and then once I’m sure she’s secure, I leave her. My first stop is the sheriff’s department. I hate even going in there, but it can’t be avoided for what I want to do.

When I’m done, I go to Walmart to get a cheap burner phone and a few other things, like new clothes.

Manson wants me to prove myself? Fine. Let’s play.