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"Really? You would actually go along with it? Absolutely, I would love to do that! Prepare yourself for the greatest loss of your life, or at least a loss. I'm not going to be nice just because it's you."

Butch was happy he made the right choice to go along with it, for once he could care less about winning, because he already felt like a victor if it meant he could watch Dominique just a little more. And her laugh, it was sweet and it sounded like she was actualy having fun on Morus for once.

"And by the way Butchie, I couldn't care less about how you look. So don't think something as simple as that would make me fawn over you. If that was the only thing I cared about I would already be melting by now."

"Darling, there's nothing simple about my muscular system," he bragged. It was a downside of Butch's personality to be cocky and boastful, because he had always wanted to be praised by his peers and that first started with his father. Paul Hertz spoiled Butch but did not love him. It was as if when Paul brought gifts to Butch he was buying way out of spending time with his son. Thus Butch thought if he would brag enough maybe then is father would notice his achievements. However, still no concern.
"I'm going to run to the restroom, meet you near the interrogation room."

Butch then walked himself to the hall of the restroom when he heard a voice, "So you are with her now, Butch?" He turned around to see it was Vanessa. He thought he would never see her again, he did not want to. Was isn't already enough that she engulfed his mailbox with emails he could not care less about.

"It Captain Hertz, and its none of your business, Colton," he barked sharply in a low toned voice.

"Oh very well, Captain. I remember a once upon a time where I did not have to call you that."

"When was that a week ago almost? Can't you--"

Vanessa embraced him, hands wrapped around his body, hands grappled gently behind his neck. It was not that Butch did not see Vanessa as a gorgeous girl, because she was prettiest as anyone could possible get. However Butch saw girls, not including Dominique, as a game.

"You've been with that girl for almost a week, why are you still with her? You mean to tell me you have left your mark yet?"

"What is there to gain with you when I have already scored?"

Feeling insulted and shocked by his cruel words Vanessa slapped Butch across the face, "Why can't you see I love you Butch? I want to be with you!" Butch burned with a fiery anger, he was not going let her belittled him like that though he belittles her. He gripped on Vanessa's red hair and threw her into the nearest restroom and it was woman's. Thankfully no one was in there or they would have heard her cry as he smashed her face against the concrete. Butch never hurt a girl, at least not a female guard the way he did to Vanessa, it was like something else had gotten inside him.

"Al--I'm sorry!" Vanessa was about to gasp out. Butch started battered her face again the floor and simply strangled her throat, staring into a face once adorn with beauty, now drenched in blood. "Stop! You're--stop..."

Her bright blue eyes were concealed by her eyelids with her head down to the ground lifelessly.Butch started to get worried, he had hoped she was just unconscious, but her body moved no more with a heart beat. He shook her, calling Vanessa's name but nothing. Butch was almost to tears, wondering what had gotten into him.