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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 471 из 490Come on, asshole. Move it.”
I knew if I went to the radiator, I’d be cuffed to the pipe, and that would end any chance I had to turn this around.
Anthony picked up the leather belt on the bed, stepped back, and brought it down hard across Susan’s thighs. Her body arched, and I could hear a muffled scream through the tape.
He raised the belt again, and I shouted, “No!” I moved on my hands and knees toward the radiator under the window. I looked around the room as I crawled to the radiator and saw Susan’s robe and panties on the floor, and I also saw that the two suitcases were knocked off their luggage racks, and the clothes were strewn around the carpet. Where was the shotgun?
“Kneel next to the pipe with your back to the wall. I want you where you can get a good view.”
I knelt beside the radiator. He took another pair of handcuffs from his gun belt and flung them at me, hitting me in the face.
“Cuff yourself to the radiator.”
I hesitated, and he said, “You’re fucking with me, John. I don’t want to kill you. I want you to watch. Don’t fuck me up, and don’t fuck yourself up.”
I cuffed my left wrist to the radiator pipe and knelt, staring at him.
Anthony set the rifle on the bureau and looked at me. He said, “Okay, let the fun begin.”
He walked to the foot of the bed and looked at Susan. “Well, I can see why my father liked to fuck her. Good tits, nice ass, and great legs.”
Anthony had a script, a fantasy, and I knew he’d thought about this. And I hoped, too, that he really didn’t intend to commit a double murder.
He lit a cigarette and said to me, “So you were going to London. What’s the matter? You don’t like it here? Something here scare you?”
He drew on his cigarette and said, “Just so you know what to look forward to, John – you’re going to watch her give me a blow job, then I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be good for you anymore.”
When I didn’t respond, he said, “And you better watch, asshole. And when this is all over, you two will shut your fucking mouths and thank God you’re alive. But if you go to the cops, then I swear on my father’s grave, I’ll kill her, and I’ll kill your kids. No free pass for them if you go to the cops. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Okay. So you understand the rules. No one has to die. You just got to live with this so every time you fuck your wife, you can both think about me. Right?”
Again, I nodded.
“Good. And you don’t care, anyway.
I knew if I went to the radiator, I’d be cuffed to the pipe, and that would end any chance I had to turn this around.
Anthony picked up the leather belt on the bed, stepped back, and brought it down hard across Susan’s thighs. Her body arched, and I could hear a muffled scream through the tape.
He raised the belt again, and I shouted, “No!” I moved on my hands and knees toward the radiator under the window. I looked around the room as I crawled to the radiator and saw Susan’s robe and panties on the floor, and I also saw that the two suitcases were knocked off their luggage racks, and the clothes were strewn around the carpet. Where was the shotgun?
“Kneel next to the pipe with your back to the wall. I want you where you can get a good view.”
I knelt beside the radiator. He took another pair of handcuffs from his gun belt and flung them at me, hitting me in the face.
“Cuff yourself to the radiator.”
I hesitated, and he said, “You’re fucking with me, John. I don’t want to kill you. I want you to watch. Don’t fuck me up, and don’t fuck yourself up.”
I cuffed my left wrist to the radiator pipe and knelt, staring at him.
Anthony set the rifle on the bureau and looked at me. He said, “Okay, let the fun begin.”
He walked to the foot of the bed and looked at Susan. “Well, I can see why my father liked to fuck her. Good tits, nice ass, and great legs.”
Anthony had a script, a fantasy, and I knew he’d thought about this. And I hoped, too, that he really didn’t intend to commit a double murder.
He lit a cigarette and said to me, “So you were going to London. What’s the matter? You don’t like it here? Something here scare you?”
He drew on his cigarette and said, “Just so you know what to look forward to, John – you’re going to watch her give me a blow job, then I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be good for you anymore.”
When I didn’t respond, he said, “And you better watch, asshole. And when this is all over, you two will shut your fucking mouths and thank God you’re alive. But if you go to the cops, then I swear on my father’s grave, I’ll kill her, and I’ll kill your kids. No free pass for them if you go to the cops. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Okay. So you understand the rules. No one has to die. You just got to live with this so every time you fuck your wife, you can both think about me. Right?”
Again, I nodded.
“Good. And you don’t care, anyway.