The light emitted from the flames danced across the two women’s as they say in silence. An hour had passed since they arrived at Shane’s place and no one had said anything. Shane was in deep thought as they filled their selves with alcohol. She was worried, scared and happy all at the same time, but not for one second did she feel any remorse for what happened.

Shane finally broke the silence when she asked, “How do you do it?”

            “Do what?” Jaycee asks back, turning towards Shane.

            “How do you do this? How do you torture people so bad, but not have it affect you?”

            “Honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t wake up one day and say, “Hey, I want to kill people or torture them half to death when I grow up…” it just happened that way. I wish I didn’t like doing this, but I do. After you left when we were kids, my foster parents were brutally murdered and the sick fucks forced me to watch. After that, I got pulled into this job somehow and it’s never affected me. I didn’t grow up wanting to be some psychopath, but I am and I do it because I’m good at it.”

            Shane stays quiet, not knowing how to respond and Jaycee gets up and goes over to the bucket of bloodied bleach and tools. She takes them out; making sure all the blood is off, dries them and puts them back in her backpack.

“I’m gonna get outta here alright, but ill see you later. We should hang sometime and catch up some more.”

            “Alright,” Shane says getting up and walking her friend to her car.

            “Make sure you get some sleep okay? Try not to think about it, you’ll only stress yourself out that way.”

            “Alright, you wanna get some coffee in the morning. Theres this place called the planet, it’s where we ran into eachother the other day.”

            “Yeah, we can do that. See you later.”

Jaycee gets in her car, revs up the engine and disappears down the street.