Roy Lowe, the lowest of the low. One of
the most connected individuals in the country. No matter what he'd
done, no court will ever convict him and no witnesses would ever
live.
“You're done disappearing people.”
“Frances, what the hell are you
doing?“
Roy was strapped down in a crude boat.
He was nude and in filth. The flies were already gathering.
Frances put a tube into Roy's mouth.
“Relax, this is water and amino acids. You shouldn't die too soon.”
She looked into his eyes and set him afloat, “The maggots will help
you rot alive.”
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