Savages

102

O looks up at Lado’s black eyes.

He looks at his watch.

Says nothing.

It’s good O doesn’t know what he’s thinking, doesn’t have access to this particular interior monologue:

Five hours, segundera, and you’re mine. Whore that sleeps with two men, maybe I rip you up before I cut you up, guerita. You’re small, a spinner what they call it. I would tear you up, you won’t need two men, just one real man.

Five hours, putana. Me, I hope they don’t make it.

Yeah, O can’t hear that stream-of-consciousness gurgling.

Good thing—even through the Oxy she’s terrified, then—

Lado mimes pulling the starter cord of a chain saw.

Makes a noise—

Rum rum ruuuummmm …