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who sold her ass for cash.
    Patty would have sold her daughter for a gram of coke more than a few times in the last week. Coming down had been hard, but coming down in this dark, dank place had been harder.
    At least in a strange way it had helped pass the time.
    And at least she wouldn’t overdose. At least Sarah would know her mom as the victim of some horrible killer, not the idiot whore who took too much one night and never came back. It might inspire Sarah to greatness, to do better things with her life.
    Maybe even go into police work. Patty smiled at that, the thought of her little girl growing up to be a cop. Maybe Sarah would arrest Jason one day and rough him up a little for being such a piece of shit. That would be awesome.
    She gave her head a little shake and tried to snap out of it. She was losing touch with reality and that was a dangerous thing. She had to stay sharp so she could talk her way into freedom. She refused to accept this fate, she refused to let the rich guy slit her throat, she had to get home.
    She would be a better person, she would never do another drug in her life, she would finish school and she would be the best mom she could possibly be.
    If only she made it out.
    She heard a noise, a thud and a scraping sound. Could that have been a door?
    “Hello?” she called out and stood on shaking legs, grabbed the counter for support so she wouldn’t fall.
    “Hello?” a woman’s voice responded and Patty started to cry again.
    “In here!” she screamed, “Please help me!”
    The door open and dim light flooded the room. The woman recoiled at the smell, but Patty didn’t care, for once she felt no shame.
    She was too focused on her freedom. She was too excited to have her second chance.

Chapter Thirteen
    Ronnie
     
    She was disgusting. Skinny and naked and bearing the bite marks of my Jude on her body. Red angry lines crossed her skin and I wondered how long he’d kept this bitch for his second piece of ass.
    “Are you Patricia Wilson?”
    “Yes!” Elation filled her eyes and she moved towards me. “Are you the police? Are you here to help?
    I stared at her, mentally taking note of all the places where it was evident he’d touched her. “No. I’m not the police.”
    Her expression fell and her shoulders withered. “You have to get me out of here. Please. I have a baby at home who needs me and a mad man has been holding me here raping and torturing me.”
    My blood boiled some more when she acknowledged the fact that they’d been fucking.
    “Listen sweetheart. I don’t give a shit about you or your fucking baby. You understand?”
    She flinched and I felt even more empowered having absolute control.
    “I’m here to save Jude and you’re going to help me do it.”
    I didn’t know what I was thinking, couldn’t understand the urge I felt inside me to rip this bitch apart and carve my own initials into her skin. At first, I’d planned on burning the building and getting rid of the evidence, but seeing this little piece of shit standing in front of me, I suddenly had another idea.
    She fell to her knees crying and I noticed the way her bones protruded out and pushed against her skin. She had to be a drug addict. Jude couldn’t have had her long enough to cause this amount of damage.
    “Do you use?”
    “What?” She looked up at me, her eyes bright red from her tears. “I did…but, I won’t again. I swear on my baby’s life that I won’t touch another fucking drug if you’ll just let me go.”
    “What was your poison?” I asked, not really giving a shit if she stopped using or if she became the fucking dealer.
    “Coke.” She admitted.
    Figuring out a way to get her to go along with what I had planned, I asked, “Did you have any on you when he took you?”
    “Yes.” She admitted on a sob.
    I left the room and ignored the screaming when she begged me to come back. Her clothes had to be somewhere and I was intent to find them. In a small bathroom on the right side