Tate looked at the girl that was leaning against the wall all covered in blood. He knew she would do anything for him, she would kill if he wanted her too, she would beg him. Whatever he said she would do it. This girl with the blood all over her clothes and her body, this girl was his girl. She belonged to him. He could have killed her but this was so much more fun than killing. Also he could use her to get out of the school without getting stopped by the police. He knew exactly how.