Shane Lynch stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, an excited smile spreading across his face.
'As for the hostages, I only need to keep one.'
'The rest can be my entertainment before the cops get here.'
As he thought this, Shane Lynch picked up a butcher knife from a nearby table and gave it a few swings.
He then nodded in satisfaction. It was a new knife, but it had a good feel to it.
The three young women in the corner cowered together in fear. The one in the middle clutched the unconscious little girl in her arms, her body curled up like a shrimp.
The other two instinctively wrapped their arms around the girl in the center, trying to shield her from Shane Lynch's view with their own bodies.
"Such touching friendship. Since you all want to protect the one in the middle, I'll start with her." Shane Lynch's shoulders trembled with excitement, his face filled with eagerness.
