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Richard Drake turned in his seat and glanced down at the girl he had tied up on the floor of his van. In the shadowy light, he could just about make out her shape. The cable ties he had used to bind her hands and feet still held her fast.
She had come around from the chloroform he had used to knock her out about half an hour ago. At first, she had struggled and lashed about wildly, but now she had calmed down, probably spent from the exertion.
Through the gag he had placed in her mouth, he could hear her muffled whimpering.
He smiled to himself and continued driving.
This latest victim was going to be his third kill. From tonight, Richard Drake would officially be known as a serial killer.
Drake could feel his erection pushing against the stretchy fabric of his jogging pants as he
