Bad Souls

The black and red Burgatti Vegron drove 200 miles per hour down the road to Vegas. The racecar left a trail of rock, dirt, and burnt rubber behind.
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The man in the shotgun position yelled backwards, "Shut up! You just can't wait to die, can you?"
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The girl's muffled screams came in response. The girl's sweat fell onto the leather cussions and seeped through the fabric. Her arms and legs were bound to her sides and were useless.
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After a half hour drive, the car finally stopped. The three men in the car dragged the woman out of the car and onto the road. They cut the heavy ropes and escorted her to the hotel lobby by holding her upper arms tightly. They then led her into the elevator where one man pushed the "6" button. The needle that indicated what floor they were on steadily moved to the right and stopped on the sixth floor. The elevator abrumptly stopped and the metal doors slid open with a clank. An evil smile slithered onto one of the man's ugly face. "The boss is gonna like what he sees." His eyes rested on the innocent women's gorgeous face. There wasn't one blemish. Below her big green eyes was a stream of hot tears. "Hey, Marc, what're you gonna do with your money?"
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Marc answered, "Imma save up for a nice new suit." The other two men snickered. Marc glared and didn't talk much more. "What about you?" he muttered.
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"I don't know. What 'bout you, Bobby?"
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Bobby didn't answer. They had arrived at suite number 666. Bobby paused and knocked on the smoothly polished door. The crisp sound was so lovely, but it was ruined by the face of the boss. He nodded and stepped back in. The men followed. The girl struggled and thrashed out and hit Marc square in the face. He dramatically turned his head back to face her and with one swipe of his hand, slapped her. Sticky blood dripped from the side of the victim's mouth. The boss pointed a stubby finger at a chair, gesturing to seat the girl. The female landing loosly onto the chair, at an odd angle.
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The boss bent down and whispered into the girl's ear, "Just tell me what I need, Victoria, or we'll have to get it out of you the hard way." The lean man waited and waited, but was losing patience. He took Victoria by the waist and catapulted her against the pale blue wall. The wall had a beautiful design of brown and blue leaves. Victoria was furious and it gave her new strength. She was able to roll out of the way as he slammed into the wall where she had been a second ago. She ran for the door and took the golden handle and turned. It was locked! She sprinted into another room and looked through the drawers to find only the Holy Bible and a gun. She took the gun and reloaded it. She tip-toed to a wall and slowly slid towards the door, holding the gun ready. She was in the doorway and a force overtook her, it slammed into her and knocked her to the ground. Blood slithered down her lips. She tried to crawl away, but Luke took hold of her ankle.
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The boss stood over her, panting, "No one can escape me! Luke! No one!!" He threw her once again against the blood stained wall and ordered the three men to hold her still. Her sexy black dress poured down like a waterfall in the dead of night. The glistening sweat on her forehead, neck, and arms sparked in the dimly lit room. He got out of his jacket a survival knife. He held it in his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He leaned slowly towards Victoria and let the point of the blade rest on her neck. Luke said, "This is your last chance, silly girl," in a deadly voice, "Give up and tell me." He pressed the blade harder.
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Victoria lay silently and eyed Luke with so much loathing and menace that Luke looked away. He faced the three men and whispered, "You are dismissed." They left the room and closed the hotel door. He walked to the wall and pinned her there with one hand and one knee. Luke cut the side of her neck. She gasped and screamed in pain. Luke laughed evily and didn't stop until, on the surface of Victoria's skin, Eleven letters were carved: A-N-S-W-E-R O-R D-I-E.
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After an hour or so, Luke kissed the dead corpse and locked the door.
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Two days later, police and detectives found her with blood everywhere. Her eyes were gone. Her wrists, and neck was slit. And worst of all, she was handing from the ceiling, exposed.
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The police and detectives never solved the case, but Victoria's sad and tortured soul now haunts the Royal Casino and Luke. Anyone who stayed in that hotel who has ever done a crime ended up dead, hanging by a rope from the ceiling, with his/her wrists and neck slit. Luke was found dead a year after his crime and the case was declared an accident, but that wasn't true. He was killed by Victoria's ghost.