Jack returned to the small enclosure a couples hours later and found Sharon in the same spot she had landed in. Her body had landed in a awkward position leaving her legs twisted in an unnatural manner. The pool of blood underneath her had grown to unreal proportions and her skin displayed a slight bluish tint. The luscious hair he once loved to run his hands through lay limp and matted around her shoulders. The pink nightgown she wore barely hung by a tread on her bruised shoulders.

He stood for a couple minutes observing his handy work with an evil smirk on his face. The sight of her seemingly lifeless body bought great joy to him. Finally, after years of suffering he had enacted his revenge. Sharon deserved the most painful of deaths and if he could he would revive her and do it all over again. It felt as if the world has been lifted from his shoulders and he was finally free. That bitch was no longer a problem and he could leave a start of fresh without the baggage of an ex-wife. Jack's only regret was that he didn't have enough time to grab Sharon's little brat during the kidnapping. He would have loved to make her watch her mothers untimely demise.

He crouched down close to her body and put his hand on her shoulder. Her skin felt cold and clammy under his grimy fingers. With one harsh move he rolled her body on its back and leaned down close. Her body though battered and bruised, was still immaculate. The look on her face was a peaceful one even after all she's been through. Slowing he ran his hands up her body ripping off her almost sheer gown in the process. She lay there completely exposed to him, sporting only her favorite lingerie. Her once alabaster skin was littered with cuts and bruises; all remnants of the past 3 days.

The retaliation he so longed for had been enacted but he still wanted her to suffer more. The years of their turbulent marriage flashed through his mind refueling his rage. He pictured how much he had been forced to give up for a family he didn't want. The feeling of failure seeped through every pore of his being. For years after his attack on Sharon he was enraged that he couldn't even murder someone correctly. Just knowing that she was alive and walking around was a constant nag, chipping away at his sanity.

He reared back and kicked Sharon in the side, cackling as he heard more of her ribs crack. He wasn't through with her yet. She warranted way more torture and agony to pay for her sins. The visions of all the things he could do to her body flashed through his mind causing more pleasure than he had experienced in years. A deep hearty laugh escaped his throat and caused a wide smile to form on his lips. He walked away from her body and let himself daydream a little.

Caught up in the moment of his victory he didn't notice Sharon wince as his foot made contact with her body, her consciousness slowly coming back. With great effort she pried her eyelids open and surveyed her surroundings. The first thing that caught her attention was the fact that she lay there scantily clad in her lace undies. The realization only fueled the anger brewing inside her. She could still hear Jack chuckling to himself from the dark recesses of the room. Leery of not alerting him she craned her neck and scanned the room. In his hast Jack had left the door to her enclosure wide open. A quick escape plan formed in her mind. She wanted to make a run for it and get outside to find help but wasn't sure if her weakened body would assist her.

His laughter finally subsided, Jack walked back toward Sharon's body and kneeled down beside her. His hands reached out and rubbed the dark bruises displayed on her muscular arms. The move would be considered loving to anyone else but the events of the past few days proved it wasn't. He traced small circled over her exposed body stopping when he reached her chest.

"Sharon you always had a chest that could make a guy stop in his tracks!" Jack chuckled to himself. He may have hated this woman more than life itself but had to admit she was still one of the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Her beauty and immaculate body is what attracted him to her in the first place. That smile and those emerald green eyes captured him and made his heart melt. Snapping out of his premarital haze he stood up and reared back ready to inflict more damage on the body in front of him.

Before his foot made contact with Sharon's side, she quickly rolled out of the way. The hasty move by the very lively corpse caused Jack to lose his footing. He fell flat on his back cracking his head on the hard cement floor in the process. In a split second Sharon leaped to her feet and sprinted toward the open door. Jack laid dazed, confused and thoroughly pissed off at the turn of events. The wind was forcibly expelled from him lungs during the fall and he could feel the warm trickle of blood on the side of his face. The fogginess of his mind dissipated when he heard Sharon running past him out the open door.