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Hour 2He listens to her heavily muffled screams and turns up the tv, not bothering to look at the screen. He paces the shadowed hallway, makes an aimless tour of the kitchen, back to the living room, beer in hand untouched and getting warmer by the second. He pauses by the television again, adjusting his crotch; he's been hard and completely adrenalin-buzzed for a couple of hours now, well before dragging her into the house through the door at the back of his garage...punching her in the...