“That’s not enough”

“You listened to Carmen?”

“Yeah”

“Good job. Don’t worry about it. I’ve got something special planned for Sam then.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I’m coming home; I’ve been gone for far too long.

I’m coming home; do you remember me at all?

Do you remember me at all?

I’m leaving. I’m screaming. I’m dreaming.

When hearts burst into fire.

Jaycee hangs up her phone and turns to look at Sam with a smile.

            “I guess today, just isn’t your lucky day”

Once again, Sam was duct taped to a chair in her basement and Jaycee was in her usual work clothes.

            “Wh…Why are you doing this to me?”

            “You know, that’s a good question. At first it was because you went to the cops, but then my friend found out about your little escapade at the wedding.”

            “You’re a fucking psycho, you know that?”

Jaycee grabs her chest and pretends to be offended, but then an eerie smile creeps across her face.

            “Why thank you, but tell me something I don’t know.”

            “You sick fuck. Just hurry up and do whatever it is that you’re going to do to me.”

            “Oh no, no, no, no… that would deplete the purpose of the whole “Torture” thing. I’m not going to rush things through; I’m going to take things nice and slow. Now, don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

Jaycee chuckles at her own joke, since it’s impossible for Sam to go anywhere. The tattooed woman leaves the house, grabs a duffle bag from her car trunk and returns to Sam.

            “you know, it just dawned on me; you must either be masochistic, or just plain dumb for going to the cops, but that doesn’t matter now. I’m not doing this because you went to the pigs; I’m doing this because you fucked up my two closest friends lives… You wanna know something funny? Remember that “New kid in Town” you threatened Carmen with? The one who never gets caught?”

            “Ye…Y…Yeah…”

            “That was me.”

“Wh…Wh…What are you going to do to me?”