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Allison Swift is singing in the shower.
I'm sitting on the couch of her bedroom, smoking a cigarette. She stops singing and I take out the gun from my coat.
She steps out of the shower and screams. Unfortunately for her, no one will hear. I drugged all her staff to deep sleep. Even if they were awake, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't run to her rescue. They probably would be dancing to her screams.
"Are you done?" I look around. "Just so you know, they can't hear you. So save your breath and sit on the bed. I don't bite. I promise."
She sits on the bed, wet and naked. Her legs are wobbling. Her hands are trembling. And her eyes are wide open in terror and shock.
"I've been sitting here for a couple of minutes, listening to you singing in the shower." I take a puff. "You could've b
