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Jill turns to see what Tad is looking at, then faces Lisa, standing up. "Are you okay? Did something happen?”
    "I'm fine. I'm not quite sure, but I'm ready to go home." Lisa watches Jill's face fall slightly. Nodding, Jill turns to Tad.
    He speaks up. "If it's all the same to you, I'll be happy to drive her home." Jill smiles, then turns back to Lisa.
    She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Call me."
    Lisa turns to leave, Shawn following close behind her. Jill slips back up on the stool and back into Tad's company as Lisa walks out the door. The music fades behind them and the night air blows over her exposed skin. "Excuse me," she tells Shawn, reaching into her clutch and pulling out her valet tab, handing it to the valet. When she thinks that Shawn isn’t watching, causally, she adjusts her bra. He chuckles, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "What?" Lisa smiles softly.
    "Oh, nothing. Just curious about what you’re doing. Women tend to hide stuff in there. You know…money, ID, kitchen sink."
    Lisa furrows her brows, then laughs. "There's no way I can get a kitchen sink in my small bra.” She grins as the valet runs off to fetch her car.
    "I hate them huge. Yours are perfect. Don't make 'em bigger than what they are." Lisa looks up at him as Shawn winks at her. "Not every man out there likes huge cans."
    Her eyes open up a little wider. “Cans?”
    "Yeah. Cans, jugs, melons, tits, whatever." Shawn chuckles as Lisa's car is pulled around. "Damn girl! Nice ride!" He whistles, as he checks out her car.
    She shakes her head at the conversation she is having about her breasts with a man she just met. "I'd offer you a ride, but you're working." She smiles up at Shawn, handing the driver a fifty dollar tip. He thanks Lisa as she nods to him.
    Turning back to Shawn, she says, "Thank-you for helping me, Shawn. You're like a big teddy bear." She smiles and waves to him, slipping into the car. The valet shuts the door behind her and approaches Shawn's side.
    "Teddy bear?" Shawn turns and glares at the valet.
    "My bad," he says, holding up his hands and moving back to his valet station. Lisa revs her engine and takes off. Looking back as she passes through the parking lot, she waves again and he smiles, turning to head back into the club.
    Arriving home, Lisa parks her car in the garage. Getting out, she locks it up and heads upstairs. Walking inside, she drops the keys in the crystal bowl on the table, then removes her heels. Welcoming the chill of the hardwood floor on her feet, she walks into her bedroom and turns the light on, ready to be done with tonight’s events.
    Padding across the floor of her bedroom, she sets her designer shoes on the floor next to her armchair. Setting her clutch on her dresser, she reaches behind her head, grasps the zipper, and begins pulling it down. Stepping out of her dress, she lays it across the chair. Her mind continues to try and figure out how she went from the bathroom to the alley. Having no memory of what happened or how she got there, she assumes that someone slipped something into her drink and Shawn found her just in time. Shaking her head, she takes a quick shower and slips into pajamas. Turning down her bed, she turns off the lights, and crawls into her waiting bed. She pulls the sheets up to her shoulders and relaxes, allowing sleep to take her.

Chapter 3
     
     
     
    Suspended from chains, hooks are threaded roughly through the skin of her back. It feels as if her skin is tearing like raw meat. Claws scrape at her body as layer upon layer of skin and muscle is shredded. Her body screams in torment; her eyes cry blood, which seeps onto the floor. The air is so thick with smoke, sulfur, and fire that her skin begins to bubble and melt off of her body, just to regenerate and start again. The hellhounds below her feed off the flesh that falls off of her body. Her bones crack and heal over and over. Her body is pulled in inhumane ways as she screams. The fire burns all around her,