There are names, hand scratched into the concrete. Alison Krissy Courtney Arely Bekah Carly Sheena Ashley Each in different handwriting. Some names are darker than others, fading away with time, discolored by the moisture coming through the wall. But some are so fresh they look like they could have been carved today. I look down at the screw. My hand shakes so bad I almost drop it twice before I clench it in my fist. My breath rattles in my lungs. I’m not the first. He’s taken other girls. Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
