Christopher Simpson watched Michelle stagger through the hallway towards the restroom. He could not hide his excitement.

Finally, he'd thrashed that dick, Myron, and he has Michelle all to himself. He called one of the guards who'd carried Myron out.

“Is it done?” Chris asked.

Breathing heavily, the guard replied, “Yes sir. We tossed him down a valley, unconscious.”

Chris gritted his teeth, “You could have just stabbed him a few more times, make sure he's dead before tossing him down that valley!”

“I'm sorry, sir but I do not have the conscience to kill an innocent man. I couldn't bring myself to do it.”

"You're a coward!” Chris spat...