17 Hours Missing

This is probably my favorite photo. Just looking at it gives me the same surge of adrenaline I get every time I knock Chet's face in the dirt. I swear- it's making my nipples hard.

Feeling guilty yet? Bet you don't. I guess it's time to tell Chet about Brian, that guy you left with last night.

Think that will break what little spirit he has left? I bet that'll hurt more than me standing on his neck, crushing his airpipe and cutting off the oxygen to his brain.

I can't wait to play out my sick twisted fantasies on him. I beg you not to pay the ransom. I'm having too much fun slowly making you a widow.....