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.The killer had another idea for the property.After settling on eighteen hundred dollars a month, he handed the owner a check for the deposit and the first month’s rent.With the woman slung across his shoulders and his gym bag hanging from one hand, the killer trudges up the stairs.By the time he reaches the top, his legs are burning.He drops both the woman and the bag to the hardwood floor and leans against the wooden railing to catch his breath.A central hallway runs the length of the second floor.Along the hall are five rooms: two bedrooms and a bathroom on the left, and two slightly larger bedrooms on the right.An open space surrounds the top of the stairs.Near the stairs is the kitchenette.Leaving his bag behind, the killer grabs the woman’s ankles and drags her down the hallway.He pulls her into the first bedroom on the right.The walls are completely covered with old mattresses, nailed into place to provide crude but effective soundproofing.Across the room, a set of French doors look out over Mazant Street.The glass panes have been coated with thick black paint.On the right side of the room sits a single wooden chair.Directly opposite the chair, along the left-hand wall, stands a tripod with a video camera mounted to it.There is nothing else in the room.The woman moans as the killer lifts her into the chair.She is waking up sooner than he expected.Next time he must remember to use more ether.He rushes from the room to the top of the stairwell and retrieves his gym bag.Back in the room, he sets the bag on the floor and pulls out a coil of black parachute cord and a KA-BAR combat knife.His captive begins to move.The killer hurries.He cuts the tape from around her ankles, then uses lengths of parachute cord to tie her legs to the front of the chair.Next, he slices through the tape binding her wrists.Although her hands are free, she can barely move them because he has wound a long strip of tape around her chest and upper arms, cinching her elbows to her sides.The killer ties her wrists to the chair arms.He then uses a long piece of cord to lash her upper body to the back of the chair.She leans forward and he hears her retch inside the pillowcase.Nausea and vomiting are common side effects of ether.She will drown in her own vomit if he doesn’t remove the gag from her mouth.He rips the tape from around her neck and pulls the pillowcase off her head.Her eyes are open but unfocused.Using his fingernails, he peels a corner of the tape away from her mouth, then yanks off the rest.He steps back as she throws up again.When she finishes retching, her head slumps forward onto her chest.The killer stares at her.A few minutes later, she shakes her head, trying to clear the effects of the ether.But she is only partially conscious, not yet aware of the horror that awaits her.The killer’s eyes dart around the room, at the mattresses nailed to the walls, at the window panes painted black.He has created his own type of artist’s studio, a private killing room.CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVESaturday, August 4, 12:15 AMThe woman is awake now.The killer stands across the room, peering at her through the viewfinder of his new video camera.The memory card can record up to six hours of video that can be uploaded directly to his laptop computer.And from there to the Internet.“Who are you?” she says, her speech slurred from the effects of the ether.She is still bound to the chair a dozen feet away.The killer makes an adjustment to the camera and brings her features into sharper focus.She has dark eyes and long black hair.“Why am I here?” she mumbles.The only light in the blacked-out room comes from a bare twenty-five-watt bulb screwed into the ceiling fixture.The killer flicks on the video camera’s built-in floodlight.The woman squints against its harshness.“What do you want?” she says.“I want you to shut up,” he says.“Where am I?” she shouts in a hoarse voice.The ether is wearing off.She is getting stronger.Still, the killer ignores her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The killer had another idea for the property.After settling on eighteen hundred dollars a month, he handed the owner a check for the deposit and the first month’s rent.With the woman slung across his shoulders and his gym bag hanging from one hand, the killer trudges up the stairs.By the time he reaches the top, his legs are burning.He drops both the woman and the bag to the hardwood floor and leans against the wooden railing to catch his breath.A central hallway runs the length of the second floor.Along the hall are five rooms: two bedrooms and a bathroom on the left, and two slightly larger bedrooms on the right.An open space surrounds the top of the stairs.Near the stairs is the kitchenette.Leaving his bag behind, the killer grabs the woman’s ankles and drags her down the hallway.He pulls her into the first bedroom on the right.The walls are completely covered with old mattresses, nailed into place to provide crude but effective soundproofing.Across the room, a set of French doors look out over Mazant Street.The glass panes have been coated with thick black paint.On the right side of the room sits a single wooden chair.Directly opposite the chair, along the left-hand wall, stands a tripod with a video camera mounted to it.There is nothing else in the room.The woman moans as the killer lifts her into the chair.She is waking up sooner than he expected.Next time he must remember to use more ether.He rushes from the room to the top of the stairwell and retrieves his gym bag.Back in the room, he sets the bag on the floor and pulls out a coil of black parachute cord and a KA-BAR combat knife.His captive begins to move.The killer hurries.He cuts the tape from around her ankles, then uses lengths of parachute cord to tie her legs to the front of the chair.Next, he slices through the tape binding her wrists.Although her hands are free, she can barely move them because he has wound a long strip of tape around her chest and upper arms, cinching her elbows to her sides.The killer ties her wrists to the chair arms.He then uses a long piece of cord to lash her upper body to the back of the chair.She leans forward and he hears her retch inside the pillowcase.Nausea and vomiting are common side effects of ether.She will drown in her own vomit if he doesn’t remove the gag from her mouth.He rips the tape from around her neck and pulls the pillowcase off her head.Her eyes are open but unfocused.Using his fingernails, he peels a corner of the tape away from her mouth, then yanks off the rest.He steps back as she throws up again.When she finishes retching, her head slumps forward onto her chest.The killer stares at her.A few minutes later, she shakes her head, trying to clear the effects of the ether.But she is only partially conscious, not yet aware of the horror that awaits her.The killer’s eyes dart around the room, at the mattresses nailed to the walls, at the window panes painted black.He has created his own type of artist’s studio, a private killing room.CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVESaturday, August 4, 12:15 AMThe woman is awake now.The killer stands across the room, peering at her through the viewfinder of his new video camera.The memory card can record up to six hours of video that can be uploaded directly to his laptop computer.And from there to the Internet.“Who are you?” she says, her speech slurred from the effects of the ether.She is still bound to the chair a dozen feet away.The killer makes an adjustment to the camera and brings her features into sharper focus.She has dark eyes and long black hair.“Why am I here?” she mumbles.The only light in the blacked-out room comes from a bare twenty-five-watt bulb screwed into the ceiling fixture.The killer flicks on the video camera’s built-in floodlight.The woman squints against its harshness.“What do you want?” she says.“I want you to shut up,” he says.“Where am I?” she shouts in a hoarse voice.The ether is wearing off.She is getting stronger.Still, the killer ignores her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]