Jaden, Shannon, don't you feel just a tad bad for what you're doing?
Without hesitation, Shannon answered, “Not in the slightest. I’m having fun. Hell, I’m getting paid to have fun. Call it a bonding experience, right, Thommy?” She drew her leg back to kick him and snorted as the lanky man cowered backwards. “Oh, that’ll never get old.”
“Some jokes never die,” Jaden agreed.
“You’re sick,” Dale spat. “Twisted.”
Jaden laughed, short and sharp and far too fast. “Oh, I’m something alright.”
“Deranged,” Summer hissed, yanking and jerking against her restraints, kicking out and catching him in the ankle. “Is there a single goddamn scrap of decency in you? Some fucking worthwhile thing in you? IS THERE?”
His expression twisted into a snarl as he jerked back from the blow. “There isn’t,” he answered, flatly. “We good here?”














