AJ sat down in a chair across the room. Bridget's nude form lay limp across the bed. AJ smoked cigarette after cigarette as he sobered up. He had to get her out of his room before she woke up. He hurried to the bathroom and fetched a warm wet wash cloth. He washed Bridget's battered face and replaced her clothes which were now tattered. He went to the large picture window and scoped out the area around the hotel. He needed somewhere to dump her. There was a liquor store and gun shop next to each other. AJ saw a little narrow alley in between the two. That would just have to do. He grabbed his sunglasses and checked the hallway. It was all clear. AJ lifted Bridget on his shoulders and carried her to the elevator. He heard voices in the stairwell. It was Brian and Nick. Bridget began to stir. He let her go. She could barely stand so he supported her weight."Hey AJ, What are you doing?" Brian asked, slurring his words slightly. AJ breathed a sigh of relief. They were drunk.
"Oh nothing, she just had a little too much to drink." AJ replied nervously. Bridget was whimpering softly into his shoulder. AJ was careful to hide her face. The elevator arrived and AJ half dragged her inside. He could hear Nick and Brian roughhousing in the hallway. That was close. He dragged Bridget out of hotel through a side door. She was barely walking now. He let her go in the alley and she fell to the cold concrete.
"Help me." She croaked. She tried to lift herself off of the ground and failed. Her face wasn't even recognizable. It was a far cry from a few hours earlier. She was sobbing and clutching her abdomen. AJ began to feel guilt and remorse. She was crying louder now and AJ was sure that she would draw attention.
"Help me!" She screamed. She was becoming hysterical. AJ looked around hoping there was no one around. He punched her in the face and that silenced her. A light rain began to fall and AJ hurried out of the alley. He sprinted back to the hotel and into the elevator. Brian and Nick were lying down in the hallway.
"What happened to the chick?" Nick asked, lifting his head with much effort.
"I took her home." AJ lied. "Night," he said heading back to his bedroom. Brian and Nick grunted in response. He stopped at one of the bodyguard's rooms and had them help the guys to their rooms. He shut his door and locked it. He stripped his bed and tossed the sheets into a gym bag. He would have to make sure to dump them as soon as they got out of town. After he cleaned up any traces of Bridget he made himself a drink and found his spiral notebook. There was a list of women, victims. He wrote the number 23 and the name Bridget along with her age. She was number 23. He kept a souvenir from each attack. He kept Bridget's panties. He had a special bag for all of his "trophies". Every night he looked over them. It was something special for him. He jewelry, locks of hair and wallets. Anything that he thought was significant. He folded Bridget panties carefully and placed them in the bag. After awhile he began to feel tired. He curled up in his chair and fell asleep.
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