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heard her over the noise of the club. And, the nearest house was more than five hundred meters away. Marty clamped his hand over her mouth. She smelled weed, alcohol and tobacco. She retched from the effects of the sickly sweet smell.
    He dragged her into nearby bushes, where he was satisfied she would not be heard or seen, placed her feet on the ground and spun her around.
    “Where's the fucking money?”
    “I told you this afternoon, Marty. I met them like you told me to. They grabbed the package, jumped into the car and sped off.” Tears cascaded down her cheeks.
    “I don't believe you. I called and they said you didn't show. You've sold it to some other motherfucker and I want my money.”
    “No, Marty. I swear. I was there. It happened just like I said.”
    Her captor was quiet for a few minutes.
    Tegan shook and trembled with fear.
    “I'll kill the pricks but first I'll take it out of you in pussy. I've been wanting some of your sweet cunt for a while now. I watch you on stage, coming on to those perverts in the audience. You're a real tease aren’t you?”
    “Please Marty, don't do this. I promise I'll get the money.”
    “How's a school girl like you gonna get fifteen thousand dollars?”
    Tegan gasped. What the hell was in that package to make it worth so much money? She cringed as the realization hit. Drugs!
    “Nah, I think I'll enjoy having your cunt and ass at my beck and call. Maybe this has worked out for the best.” He pushed Tegan deeper into the thick bush. She yelped when she stepped on a thorn plant and it pierced deep into her bare foot.
    Marty lashed out, slapped her hard across the head. She stumbled and landed on her backside. Thorns pierced her naked ass and she screamed.
    He grabbed her arm and wrenched her to her feet. She felt her shoulder pop from its joint, the pain was excruciating, her scream was loud enough to break windows if any had been nearby.
    Marty snapped and began pummeling her with his fists. The blows came hard and fast, stomach, face then the back of her head. She couldn't move her arms quick enough to minimize the impact. Stars appeared, darkness engulfed her.
    He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and dragged her to where he could see her in the dim light. Blood poured from her face. Was she dead? He couldn't risk her being alive. She would be questioned about her injuries and the bitch would run off at the mouth. His business would be ruined and when Vince found out about his 'skimming' and 'business on the side', he would most certainly kill him. Marty couldn't risk it.
    He pulled a stiletto from his boot and sliced it across Tegan's neck. She didn't move or make a sound. Blood spurted from the wound. Satisfied she would not survive, he dropped her back on to the ground and disappeared into the night.
    The body, a tortured tangle of flesh, was found two days later by a young couple out walking their dog.
    ****
    Avery stepped off the bus and rushed toward the club. She was late. Again. This time Vince couldn't be angry, he had called her late to say Tegan hadn't turned up and she would be covering.
    Vince met her at the door, grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hallway to the dressing room. He pushed her inside and slammed the door.
    “What do you want, Vince?” Her voice was thick with resignation, defeat. She was exhausted. He had made no allowances for her parents' death. She worked the late set at the club almost every night now. Rachel had been taken sick and was in the hospital. Avery didn't know what was wrong, she hadn't had time to visit and talk with her. When she had asked Vince, he had scowled and said she was an ungrateful slut playing at being ill.
    “You're due on the fuckin' stage in ten minutes. This is the third time this week you have turned up fucking late. It's gonna come out of your pay check.”
    “I have told you. My car was impounded. I have to get a bus now. I'm at the mercy of their schedules. “
    “Get an earlier fucking bus.” Vince