*Dennis' POV*
I had washed Barry's clothes and cleaned the garbage from his shoes, and then scrubbed my skin until it was sore. I couldn't get the feeling of dirt from my hands, and I must have cleaned them at least six times.
I put on my clothes and strolled around the building. I was still angry about the whole situation, and it was so frustrating when I just couldn't feel clean. I doubted I'd be sleeping much that night.
I strolled into the room between the hallway and where the girls were being kept and stopped in my tracks. I know just the thing to take my mind off of everything. I faced the door, certain that Patricia would have something to say if I took another girl out of there... but the beast had only needed the one girl... I had tracked two for him, out of respect... and then I managed to grab three. He didn't need that other girl.
I hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside, seeing the un-needed girl quickly close her eyes.
