Jack Nixon<br/>Location: Farmhouse outside Reedland, Utah<br/>Time: Day 1, 7:25 PM<br/><br/><br/>Jack smiled as the woman tried to get away, bound hand and foot where did she think she was going? He stroked her cheek enjoying the sense of power. “Oh my little one how you struggle, but do not fear we are going to have such good times. Once we are in the farmhouse and I get a dose of my crystal Meth derivative into you my sweet the only thing you are going to be wanting is to be fucked and to have some more.”<br/><br/>He let his hand trail down to squeeze her breast smiling at the thought of how she would be shortly. Thanks to a rather clever chemist this derivative would give her a feeling of euphoria along with a raging desire for sex. She would crave him for his cock and for a further fix. That it would seriously screw with her health mattered not a jot to Jack. She was a hole with a heartbeat nothing more nothing less.<br/><br/>Letting go of her breast he peered out at the farmhouse, how much longer where the cops going to be?<br/>