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The short silence we'd enjoyed was over, and Carol was once again screaming. I'd hoped that the reprieve would have lasted longer, but Jack wasn't easily distracted once in full torment mode. I couldn't bring myself to watch his latest idea of fun.
It was strange watching Jack torture someone else. He’d generally give me a break between rounds when I was tormented, but he wasn’t doing that with Carol. This was not the Jack I knew. He'd always enjoyed his work, but he'd never had that look of anger in his eyes when doing his job. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make him that pissed off. What had Carol done? Or was there something else going on? And why was he so determined to end it now when he’d let her live for two years. He could have finished it anytime he wanted to
