Short Story: The Water

Shaking his head, Steve quickly glancing around.
"What happened?" He asks, trying to pull his throbbing arms down to his side. Unable to move them, he looks up to find his hands were tied together above his head. Tracing the rope with his eyes, he sees it's looped around a hook hanging down from a small ceiling rafter. Steve tried to wiggle free, but soon realizes the restraints tighten with every movement. Using all of his weight, he pulls down on the ropes, hoping he could break the small ceiling beam. No matter how hard he tried the board wouldn't crack. He started pulling on it a second time when he hears a female voice behind him.
"You finally decided to wake up, did you?" Penny asks, walking towards him.
"Please don't hurt me," He begs, watching her stroll around him holding what looked to
"He said that there were two murders."
"Two? You don't think Janet's doing this, do you?"
"I won't know details until we get to the station. So get dressed I'll pick you up in five."
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"The water sure feels good on my sore muscles," she thinks, watching Steve's blood circle the drain, Penny started replaying what she'd done to him. How she tortured him, the way he gasped for air trying to survive. Oh, how I wished I'd done more to him, a lot more. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing he suffered to the end. The same way Beth suffered through all those years of hell. She pictured Beth laying peacefully in her grave.
"Oh, Beth I'm so sorry. Sorry for not helping you, for not being there for you, for not taking care of him when I had the chance. Oh please forgive me. Please, please forgive me," she sobs.
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The old farm truck stops at a rickety shack on the north side of town. Jumping out, Janet starts looking around.
"This is home," he announces proudly, walking up beside her.
"It's a nice place." Jackie lies looking towards the rundown shack.
"So now you're not on the verge of getting killed, explain to me why you ran into the