Although her scream was loud, shrill and deafening, she instinctively knew that it came out as only a soft moan.  Her eyes widened in terror as she realized that she was gagging from the sensation of her tongue's inability to move freely behind the cloth that bound her mouth. It was with not only fear and trepidation that she realized that she would never see "home," Bill, or Jacob again, it was the knowing, possibly from that strange dream, that time was up, and she had to pay. Pay for all the times carnal desires had led her into situations that could have left her dead, but until now had not.

            Suppressing panic, Renee' frantically looked around in the blackness of the vehicle. As all sensation left her tightly bound hands and feet on the cold, uncarpeted floor of the van, and numbness set in, Renee' tried to pray, but prayers had left her mind and heart long ago, except for the occasional confessions out of habit. All she could really think about is how to survive. "Pay attention!" she told herself angrily. The van was pitch-black inside, but she could make out a darkly clad figure driving into the blackness of the night at a high rate of speed. Panic continued to try to grip every inch of her being, but she fought it thinking there was always a chance to survive as long as she remained alive. "Remained alive?" she mused. "What for?" she asked herself. As convenient and easy as it would have been to lie there and wallow in self-pity and all the good reasons to die, her strong-mindedness prevailed, and so did terror.

            The determination and silence of the driver was palpable; he was on a mission and a heavy smoker. The sickening cigarette smoke permeated the van, and along with the gag, made Renee' conscious of the air was being slowly sucked out of the van and her lungs and she tried to wriggle something free for air. "Stop squirming around you cheating c***!" he ordered. "You'll be free soon enough," he said with a horrible snarl, meant to be a laugh. Renee's eyes widened in terror, "Who is this?" she thought. The man did not sound like Bill, and no one else knew of her "indiscretions," not even her best friend Angelina. Who would know to call her a cheat? Certainly not Dr. Joplin. Like all weak men, he did not have the courage to commit any overt crime, or violence; he was more suited to poisoning her on one of her many visits as he performed the unthinkable while she died. But then, who else would step in? No one, that's who, Dr. Joplin was not driving the van. Others had far too much to lose, were either too far away in other states, or just too much time had elapsed for some crazed desire to suddenly end her life. They had also all been relatively good times; none had ended ugly. After those times, she would further seal-the-deal, and suppress any guilt, by giving it all over to confession, and walking away excitedly thinking of the next adventure. 

            As Renee's mind feverishly searched for the who and the why of her abduction, the van slowed and sharply turned onto rough terrain. The ride suddenly became painful as her body bounced mercilessly against the hard floor of the van, and Renee' started to whimper overwhelmed by hopelessness and impending dread of what lay ahead. In a somewhat sick way, she felt deserving…

            The driver took no notice of the sounds coming from the back of his van as he sped down the rutted road to his destination. He concentrated on the task at hand, eradicating the world of yet another breaker of God's laws. The amount of them was starting to wear him out, or quite possibly he was just becoming weary of the years he has spent, working alone, making all the wrongs right. The crucifix was such an appropriate medium of letting others know that people must pay, as Jesus did, an innocent man. Did they think they deserved less than what He endured? If this cheating w**** thought so, he knew that would soon change as she begged, with her eyes and body, for mercy that was not to come…