Taylor
He plastered his right hand against the wall, forming a loaded pistol...
*
"I'll find your dreams for you," Taylor promised sincerely, squeezing her hand a little as he pulled her up.
*
He raised his hand back and slapped Taylor across the face. "You're not going to sleep on me, are you Jordan?"
*
"The fine art of torture is so undervalued in today's society. Have you ever heard of the Marquis de Sade? It's where the word sadist comes from, I believe."
*
"At the moment? Nothing. There is nothing you can do or day that will stop this. Unless of course Natalia and Jane suddenly reappear...but I don't think that's going to happen."
*
"You see, I don't love. It's a weakness." He leant forward and placed the dagger flat against the side of Taylor's neck. "It's why you're here."
*****
Taylor darted up in bed in the hotel room, covered in a cold sweat.
He gazed around the room with a gulp, before his eyes fell on Mouse beside him.
With a sigh, he laid beside her again, taking her hand into his and kissing it.