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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 470 из 490“Does that rich bitcheven know how to use a gun?” He realized that was a stupid question and said, “That bitch shot my father for no reason-”
“I told you the reason-”
“You’re a lying asshole, but I’ll get the truth out of you and her tonight.” He threw open the door, stepped aside, and said, “Go see your wife.”
I started to stand, but he shouted, “Hands and knees, asshole!”
I crawled through the bedroom doorway.
“Up on your knees.”
I got up on my knees.
Susan was lying on the bed, naked, and it took me a moment to realize that her wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Then I noticed white tape over her mouth.
She turned her head toward me, and I could see fear in her eyes. But thank God she was alive.
Anthony shut the door behind me and said, “So there she is, John. You wanted to see her, and now you and me can see all of her. And I see she’s a real redhead.”
I kept staring at Susan, and she was looking at me, tears running down her face.
I stood and took a step toward her, then I felt a blow to the middle of my back, and I fell forward onto the floor. I lay there, less stunned than I pretended to be, and I tried to judge how far he was from me.
He said, “Get up.”
I could tell he’d moved away from me, so I lay motionless, hoping he’d come close enough to hit me again with the rifle butt.
Instead, he fired a round into the floor next to my face, which made me jump. He shouted, “Get up, or the next one goes up your ass!”
I lifted myself back to my knees, took a deep breath, and looked at Susan. She was pulling at her bonds, which I saw were nylon ropes, and she was crying and trying to call out. I also saw that there were red marks on her face, where he’d apparently hit her, and I saw a leather belt – one of my belts – lying on the bed.
Anthony said, “I’m going to rape your wife, and you’re going to have a front-row seat.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“No. I’m a nice guy. I told you, women and children get a pass. So I’m not going to kill her, but when I get through with her, she and you are gonna wish you were dead.”
I didn’t say anything, but I knew I had to make a move, even if it was a bad move. Where was the shotgun? It wasn’t where I’d left it propped against the nightstand. Maybe it was in the closet.
Anthony moved around to the far side of the bed, and he put the muzzle of the rifle to Susan’s head and said to me, “Crawl over to that radiator.
“I told you the reason-”
“You’re a lying asshole, but I’ll get the truth out of you and her tonight.” He threw open the door, stepped aside, and said, “Go see your wife.”
I started to stand, but he shouted, “Hands and knees, asshole!”
I crawled through the bedroom doorway.
“Up on your knees.”
I got up on my knees.
Susan was lying on the bed, naked, and it took me a moment to realize that her wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Then I noticed white tape over her mouth.
She turned her head toward me, and I could see fear in her eyes. But thank God she was alive.
Anthony shut the door behind me and said, “So there she is, John. You wanted to see her, and now you and me can see all of her. And I see she’s a real redhead.”
I kept staring at Susan, and she was looking at me, tears running down her face.
I stood and took a step toward her, then I felt a blow to the middle of my back, and I fell forward onto the floor. I lay there, less stunned than I pretended to be, and I tried to judge how far he was from me.
He said, “Get up.”
I could tell he’d moved away from me, so I lay motionless, hoping he’d come close enough to hit me again with the rifle butt.
Instead, he fired a round into the floor next to my face, which made me jump. He shouted, “Get up, or the next one goes up your ass!”
I lifted myself back to my knees, took a deep breath, and looked at Susan. She was pulling at her bonds, which I saw were nylon ropes, and she was crying and trying to call out. I also saw that there were red marks on her face, where he’d apparently hit her, and I saw a leather belt – one of my belts – lying on the bed.
Anthony said, “I’m going to rape your wife, and you’re going to have a front-row seat.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“No. I’m a nice guy. I told you, women and children get a pass. So I’m not going to kill her, but when I get through with her, she and you are gonna wish you were dead.”
I didn’t say anything, but I knew I had to make a move, even if it was a bad move. Where was the shotgun? It wasn’t where I’d left it propped against the nightstand. Maybe it was in the closet.
Anthony moved around to the far side of the bed, and he put the muzzle of the rifle to Susan’s head and said to me, “Crawl over to that radiator.