Ted Bundy is on the run for the Murder of Gracie Chathams, a student that was attending the University of Wisconsin.
He hides out in a Gay bar across town the night after, figuring no one would bother him there.
Thats until, Jeffrey Dahmer introdu...
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I told the woman at the front desk that I needed help with the ice machine and one thing lead to another, now I had her passed out next to me in bed. I hit her over the back of the head with an ice bucket.
It felt wrong, what happened with Jeff I need estrogen to kind of make up for it to make me forget it.
"Ted what are you doing over there?"
I stopped whispering in her ear and leaned over to see Jeff propped up on his elbow staring at me with a bewildered look.
"I.. I'm just talking to myself"
I watched as Jeff just laid there staring at me skeptically. "What?" I hissed and he groaned getting up off the bed.
"I thought you said no more!" Jeff shouted and I could tell he was hurt. "Sorry it's just.. this is all new for me"
Jeff walked over to my bed and grabbed the front desk woman by the shoulders causing me to sit up. "What are you doing?" "We're done doing this" He said grunting trying to pick her up. "No!" I grabbed his wrist trying to yank him away but he back handed me glaring down at me. I rubbed my cheek, looking down at the bed.
"Stop this we need to get moving the people of this hotel are going to wonder where she is"
I sighed feeling defeated, feeling embarrassed and very conflicted. I look up, watching as Jeff managed to pick her up and widened my eyes watching as he brought her into the bathroom. I shot up quickly pacing to the bathroom and froze at the door.
"We need to get her in the tub"
"Okay" I breathed out just going along with it. I helped Jeff lower her into the tub and we both stood up out of breath looking down at her. "What now?" I whispered and Jeff angrily brushed past me to grabbing his shirt throwing it over his head.
"This got out of control out of hand I should've never followed you" Jeff spat and I watched from the bathroom doorway as he paced back and forth erratically.
"You followed me Jeff" "No! Aaargh! Thats not true and What are we going to do? Is she even dead?"
I watched as Jeff brushed back past me into the bathroom and bent down to check her pulse with two fingers to her wrist and then her neck. "It's barely there" "We could just leave her" I said with a shrug and Jeff turned to face me giving me a fierce look. "And do what?" "Just leave maybe we should leave there's gotta be a back exit" "Our prints are everywhere"
Suddenly stopping our conversation two knocks came from our hotel room door. They were hard knocks and me and Jeff exchanged a look.
