ELIJAH counted the minutes that went by before he heard the familiar thump of the monster's heavy feet.
Ninety minutes.
A whole hour and a half passed.
He could work with that.
The horrible man stood there looking at Christopher, trying to determine what to do with him. Plus, Elijah had the sinking feeling that he was contemplating whether to keep Chris alive or not. He watched as the brute stomped over to the nearby table. He knew he needed to do something to delay the inevitable. There was no way Christopher was going to be able to take being violated again. As it was, his friend was bleeding and broken.
And Juan... Well, Juan was in no condition for anything.
The creature stomped back to Christopher, a garrote in his hand.
Elijah's eyes widened in
