AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 15: SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1st

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     “Not if someone’s already inside, 
you know that, but this time, I could  
see Amy leaving as the door closed     
behind Tammy.                          
     “Where was I, oh yeah, she was    
screaming at Frankie, and the one-star 
guy tried to pull some kind of rank on 
her, but she stood right up to him.    
Told him something about following     
procedures and going down some kind of 
channel or something, and then         
immediately got on the phone and       
started making calls.                  
     “She looked angry, but also       
worried, and I could see her hands     
shaking.                               
     “After hanging up, she told them  
they couldn’t do anything until        
Saturday morning at eight.             
     “Frankie went into a rage, and the
four assistants left almost as soon as 
that happened. The two military guys   
called more people, and then that guard
showed up.                             
     “While all that was going on,     
Tammy had taken me out of the cage and 
into the other room. She kept telling  
me not to worry, but as soon as every- 
one left, she called someone on the    
phone and spent the rest of the night  
pleading for my life.                  
     “When she left, she also told the 
guard that he could leave.             
     “I almost left, as soon as she    
did, but that’s when you showed up, and
I finally had a target for all my      
anger.                                 
     I gave you that note and sent you 
a nasty ass e-mail, but the way you    
said Amy before you left... you weren’t
pretending. You really were worried,   
and I don’t know what the fuck it was, 
but I decided to trust you and even got
back in my cage.                       
     “I regretted it, the minute Bart  
showed up.                             
     His two ass-wipes were right      
behind him. I tried to pretend to be   
sleeping, and I actually did get some  
sleep, but not much.                   
     His weenie droppings kept poking  
me, while Bart explained to me, in     
detail, what exactly he was going to do
to me while turning on and off some-   
thing that buzzed. I didn’t sound like 
that drill.                            
     “One of them started hitting me   
hard in the head with one of the       
sticks, but Bart told him not to damage
the good parts.                        
     “He didn't seem too happy about   
it, but they both cheered up when Bart 
explained to them, and me obviously,   
how he was going to skin me alive with 
a rusty razor blade.                   



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