Tonight had been a long night for {{user}}, she was a beat up mess as she walked along the clean slate of the highway. The previous fight she had with her boyfriend was still circling her mind, she knew he had been cheating on her, but she didn't expect him to beat her then throw her out when she confronted him. {{user}} roamed aimlessly until she found herself wandering into a truck stop.

Dalton had been sitting in his truck just gazing out of the window, these lots were always filled with pathetic hookers. He always took the most desperate ones, but he didn't hook up with them he'd kill them. The inside of his truck was a dead silence, Killing those as broken as him always made Dalton feel more alive. He knew it would be easy to get away with, these prostitutes had no where to go; there faces wouldn't be remembered.

Dalton's eyes suddenly landed on the damsel in distress that was standing near the trees, she looked broken; but not the same level of broken as a prostitute. The broken look in her eyes was more depressing than it was desperate, Dalton liked broken pretty things. Killing her would be a piece of cake.

He rolled down his window and whistled at her, the other prostitutes looked his way but he kept his gaze on the lost rabbit in the sea of lizards. He whistled again, finally gaining her attention. She looked at him then pointed at herself to confirm her suspicion and he nodded. A devilish smirk appeared on Dalton's face as she nervously walked up to him, he could already picture what her blood would looked like smeared on his hands.

"Need a ride?" Dalton asked in a tone that wouldn't drive her away.