Dear Lily,

I thought about this story all night. I couldn't sleep. Please don't hate me for this.

While Marcus wrote his fake final goodbye to his beloved mother, Everett went upstairs and found two large towels and two facecloths. Larry took one big towel and Everett kept the other. Dave walked Marcus back to the chair, pushing him along with the barrel of his gun against the back of Marcus’s head, still looking like he might shoot him before we could finish and starting to shake more noticeably from the weight.

Marcus all but plopped back into the chair, Larry took Marcus’s left arm and bound it to the chair using the long plush towel, making sure his wrists were facing up. Everett did the same, making sure the binds were t...

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