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face in his hands as he curled up his knees on the floor holding himself like a little boy scared of the dark.
     
    Make them pay. Make them pay. Make them pay,” the voice repeated. It played over and over in Sal's head like a skipping CD on auto play. 
     
    “Who...who...who,” Sal said while sniffling and wiping away his tears.
    “ Well let's see. Everyone who's hurt you.  First let's start with that bastard of a boss, Raymond. That son of a bitch didn't have to fire you. Oh...and what about your landlord. That son of a bitch knows your situation. He knows it's hard out here; the economy is fucked. He's being so fucking hard on you for no reason.  Fat bastard.” Silence. The voice went mute. Sal looked around.  Maybe it stopped. Maybe it's gone. Oh thank you, thank you.
     
    “ Awwww and last, but not least, Susan.  That bitch is the start of all of this. She must go Sal. You must get rid of her so that you can move on with your life. She'll be okay. She'll go to heaven.  You'll be doing her a favor.  Make her pay for what she's done to you.”
     
    All of a sudden the lights turned on. He looked down to see his keys that out of no where had suddenly appeared in his hands. 
     
    “ Go, he’s working late tonight. You know he's there.”
     
    ***
     
    Raymond was tucked away in his back office with his heels kicked up on the desk. He had one of his workers pulled from the line to come in and clean up the mess Sal made earlier. Marcus, the new guy to join his team, had tidied up better than he had seen it since he moved into the small enclosed area two years ago when he was promoted to line supervisor.  It was his late night. And also his time to relax.  Working late meant that everyone had settled down from the busy day and just wanted to concentrate on finishing up the day's work.  He had little supervising to do, so he kicked back with his door shut and a Playboy in his hand to get the blood flowing.  Awww Miss July. She has the best tits in the business.
     
     
     
    As he crept around the corner from the back entrance, Sal could hear Bob, the night shift security guard, snoring loud as a firecracker. He wondered how in the hell Bob managed to keep a wife for 25 years sounding like a damn grizzly bear and he couldn't even keep one for five years and he slept as quiet as a mouse.  Life just isn't fair, he thought.  But it was about to be.  Everything was about to be alright.  He was grateful that he still had his extra key card to enter into the warehouse.  It was still in his back pocket. 
     
    “ You know the way,” the voice said.
     
    “Yea, I know the got damn way,” Sal grunted.  Oh Shit.  Before he could stop the words from leaving his mouth, Sal heard the security guard make a loud snorkeling sound and then saw him turn to the opposite side in his chair.  Sal didn't move an inch in fear that he was waking up. He didn't mean to talk out loud. He was getting his thoughts confused with speaking.  He stared at the guard. 
     
    “ Kill him too if he wakes. If he sees you then bite out his eyeballs,” it said. “They're tasty by the way.  And besides you haven't eaten anything all day.  I know you're hungry. Wouldn't a nice bowl of flesh taste good right now.”
     
    On alert and ready, he was unexpectedly unalarmed.  The security guard's eyes remained closed as he scratched his forearm and then settled back into a carefree slumber. 
     
    Lucky son of a bitch, Sal thought.  Out of no where, the sound of loud heavy metal started blasting. This was odd because they were not allowed to have even the slightest bit of entertainment on the premises while working. Even cell phones had to be on silent. The only outlet to the outside world was the old TV mounted on the wall above the line. 
     
    Sal grabbed his head.  It was too loud. His ear drums throbbed and were about to burst.  He walked pass the security desk holding his head and squinting his eyes.  Stop, stop, stop. Whoever