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Gators ^{Vicki Hendricks}

It was a goddamned one-armed alligator put me over the line. After that I was looking for trouble. Carl and me had been married for two years, second marriage for both, and the situation was drastic – hateful most times – but I could tell he didn’t realize there was anything better in the world. It made me feel bad that he never learned how to love – grew up with nothing but cruelty. I kept trying way too long to show him there was something else.

I was on my last straw when I suggested a road trip for Labor Day weekend – stupidly thinking that I could amuse him and wouldn’t have to listen to his bitching about me and the vile universe on all my days off work. I figured at a motel he’d get that vacation feeling, lighten up, and stick me good, and I could get by for the few waking hours I had to see him the rest of the week.

We headed out to the Everglades for our little trip. Being recent transplants from Texas, we hadn’t seen the natural wonders in Florida. Carl started griping by mid-afternoon about how I told him there were so many alligators and we couldn’t find a fucking one. I didn’t dare say that there would’ve been plenty if he hadn’t taken two hours to read the paper and sit on the john. We could’ve made it before the usual thunderstorms and had time to take a tour. As it was, he didn’t want to pay the bucks to ride the tram in the rain – even though the cars were covered. We were pretty much stuck with what we could see driving, billboards for Seminole gambling and airboats, and lots of soggy grassland under heavy black and blue-layered skies. True, it had a bleak, haunting kind of beauty.

Carl refused to put on the air conditioner because he said it sapped the power of the engine, so all day we suffocated. We could only crack the truck windows because of the rain. By late afternoon my back was soaked with sweat and I could smell my armpits. And, get this – he was smoking cigarettes. Like I said, I was plain stupid coming up with the idea – or maybe blinded by the fact that he had a nice piece of well-working equipment that seemed worth saving.

At that point, I started to wonder if I could make us swerve into a canal and end the suffering. I was studying the landscape, looking ahead for deep water, when I spotted a couple vehicles pulled off the road.

“Carl, look. I bet you they see gators.”

“Fuckin’ A,” he bellowed.

He was driving twenty over the limit, as always – in a hurry to get to hell – but he nailed the brakes and managed to turn onto a gravel road that ran a few hundred yards off the side of a small lake. One car pulled out past us, but a couple and a little girl were still standing near the edge of the water.

It was only drizzling by then, and Carl pulled next to their pickup and shut off the ignition. My side of the truck was over a puddle about four inches deep. I opened the door and plodded through in my sandals, while Carl stood grimacing at the horizon, rubbing his dark unshaved chin.

We walked towards the people. The woman was brown-haired, wearing a loose print dress – the kind my grandma would’ve called a house-dress – and I felt how sweet and old-fashioned she was next to me in short shorts and halter top, with my white-blonde hair and black roots haystack style. The man was a wiry, muscular type in tight jeans and a white T-shirt – tattoos on both biceps, like Carl, but arms half the size. He was bending down by some rocks a little further along. The little girl, maybe four years old, and her mother were holding hands by the edge.

Carl boomed out, “Hey, there,” in his usual megaphone, overly friendly voice, and the mother and child glanced up with a kind of mousy suspiciousness I sometimes felt in my own face. It was almost like they had him pegged instantly.

We stopped near them. The guy came walking over. He had his hands cupped together in front of him and motioned with his arms towards the water. I looked into the short water weeds and sticks and saw two small eyes and nose holes rising above the ripples a few yards out. It was a baby gator, maybe four feet long, judging by the closeness of his parts.

“There he is!” Carl yelled.

“Just you watch this,” the guy said. He tossed something into the water in front of the nose and I caught the scrambling of tiny lizard legs just before the gator lurched and snapped him up. “They just love them lizards,” the man said.

Carl started laughing, “Ho, ho, ho,” like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, and the guy joined in because he’d made such a big hit.

Us women looked at each other and kind of smiled with our lips tight. The mother had her arm around the little girl’s shoulder holding her against her hip. The girl squirmed away. “Daddy, can I help you catch another one?”

“Sure, darlin’, come right over here.” He led her towards the rocks and I saw the mother cast him a look as he went by. He laughed and took his daughter’s hand.

The whole thing was plenty creepy, but Carl was still chuckling. It seemed like maybe he was having a good time for a change.

“Cannibals. Reptiles eating reptiles,” he said. “Yup.” He did that eh-eh-eh laugh in the back of his throat. It made me wince. He took my hand and leered towards my face. “It’s a scrawny one, Virginia – not like a Texas gator – but I guess I have to say you weren’t lying. Florida has one.” He put his arm across my shoulder and leaned on me, still laughing at his own sense of humour. I widened my legs, to keep from falling over, and chuckled so he wouldn’t demand to know what was the matter, then insist I spoiled the day by telling him.

We stood there watching the gator float in place hoping for another snack, and in a few minutes, the squeals of the little girl told us that it wouldn’t be long. They came shuffling over slowly, the father bent, cupping his hands over the girl’s.

“This is the last one now, OK, sweetheart?” the mother said as they stopped beside her. She was talking to the little girl. “We need to get home in time to make supper.’’ From her voice it sounded like they’d been sacrificing lizards for a while.

The two flung the prey into the water. It fell short, but there was no place for the lizard to go. It floundered in the direction it was pointed, the only high ground, the gator’s waiting snout. He snapped it up. This time he’d pushed further out of the water and I saw that he was missing one of his limbs.

“Look, Carl, the gator only has one arm. I wonder what got him?”

“Probably a Texas gator,” he said. “It figures, the one gator you find me is a cripple.”

Carl had an answer for everything. “No,” I said. “Why would one gator tear off another one’s arm?”

“Leg. One big chomp without thinkin’. Probably got his leg in between his mother and some tasty tidbit – a small dog or kid. Life is cruel, babycakes – survival of the fittest.” He stopped talking to light a cigarette. He waved it near my face to make his point. “You gotta protect yourself – be cruel first. That’s why you got me – to do it for you.” He gave me one of his grins with all the teeth showing.

“Oh, is that why?” I laughed, like it was a joke. Yeah, Carl would take care of his own all right – it was like having a mad dog at my side, never knowing when he might tum. He wouldn’t hesitate to rip anybody’s arm off, mine included, if it got in his way.

The mother called to her husband, “Can we get going, honey? I have fish to clean.”

The guy didn’t look up. “Good job,” he said to his daughter. He reached down and gave her a pat on the butt. “Let’s get another one.”

It started to rain a little harder, thank God, and Carl motioned with his head towards the car and started walking. I looked at the woman still standing there. “Bye,” I called.

She nodded at me, her face empty of life. “Goodbye, sweetie.” It was then she turned enough for me to see that the sleeve on the far side of the dress was empty, pinned up – her arm was gone. Jesus. I felt my eyes bulge. She couldn’t have missed what I said. I burned through ten shades of red in a split second. I turned and sprinted to catch up with Carl.

He glanced at me. “What’s your hurry, sugar? You ain’t gonna melt. Think I’d leave without you?”

“Nope,” I said. I swallowed and tried to lighten up. I didn’t want to share what I saw with him.

He looked at me odd and I knew he wasn’t fooled. “What’s with you?”

“Hungry,” I said.

“I told you, you should’ve had a ham sandwich before we left. You never listen to me. I won’t be ready to eat for a couple more hours.”

“I have to pee too. We passed a restaurant a quarter-mile back.”

He pointed across the road. “There’s the bushes. I’m not stopping anywhere else till the motel.”

We crossed the state and got a cheap room outside of Naples for the night. Carl ordered a pepperoni pizza from Domino’s, no mushrooms like he wanted. The room was clean and the air and remote worked, but it was miles from the beach. We sat in bed and ate the pizza. I was trying to stick with the plan for having fun and I suggested we could get up early and drive to the beach to find shells.

“Fucking seashells? Forget it.”

His volume warned me. I decided to drop it. I gave him all my pepperonis and finished up my piece. I had a murder book to curl up with. He found a football game on TV.

I was in the midst of the murder scene when Carl started working his hands under the covers. It was half-time. He found my thigh and stroked inward. I read fast to get to the end of the chapter. He grabbed the book and flung it across the room onto the other bed.

“I’m trying to make love to you, and you have your nose stuck in a book. What’s the problem? You gettin’ it somewhere else and don’t need it from me? Huh?”

I shook my head violently. His tone and volume had me scared. “No, for Christsakes.” His face was an inch from mine. Rather than say anything else, I took his shoulders and pulled myself to him for a kiss. He was stiff, so I started sucking his lower lip and moving my tongue around. His body relaxed.

Pretty soon he yanked down the covers, pulled up my nighty and climbed on top. I couldn’t feel him inside me – I was numb. Nothing new. I smelled his breath.

I moaned like he expected, and after a few long minutes of pumping and grabbing at my tits, he got that strained look on his face. “I love you to death,” he rasped. “Love you to death.” I felt him get rigid inside me, and a chill ran all the way from his cock to my head. He groaned deep and let himself down on my chest. “It’s supernatural what you do to me, doll face, supernatural.”

“Mmm.”

He lit up a cigarette and puffed a few breaths in my face. “I couldn’t live without you. Know that? You know that, don’t you? You ever left me, I’d have to kill myself.”

“No. Don’t say that.”

“Why? You thinking of leaving? I would kill myself. I would. And, knowing me, I’d take you along.” He rolled on his side laughing “eh-eh-eh” to himself. My arm was pinned, and for a second I panicked. I yanked it out from under him. He shifted and in seconds started snoring. Son of a bitch. He had me afraid to speak.

The woman and the gator came into my head, and I knew her life without having to live it, casual cruelty and then the injury that changed her whole future. I could land in her place easy, trapped with a kid, no job, and a bastard of a husband that thought he was God. Carl said he was God at least three times a week, trying to convince himself. I shuddered. More like the devil. He might take an arm first, or go straight for my soul, just a matter of time. He’d rather see me dead than gone.

There was no thought of a road trip the next weekend, so we both slept late that Saturday. By then, the fear and hatred in my heart had taken over my brain. I was frying eggs, the bathroom door was open, and Carl was on the toilet – his place of serious thinking – when he used the words that struck me with the juicy, seedy, sweet fantasy of getting rid of him.

“I ought to kill my brother-in-law,” he yelled. The words were followed by grunts of pleasure and plunking noises I could hear from the kitchen.

“Uh, huh,” I said to myself. Neon was flashing in my head, but I pretended to be half hearing – as if that were possible – and splashed the eggs with bacon grease like he wanted them. I didn’t say anything. He could build up rage on the sound of his own voice alone.

“The fuck went out on Labor Day and left Penny and the kids home. She didn’t say anything about him drinkin’, but I could hear it in her voice when I called last night. I can’t keep ignoring this. I oughta get a flight over there and take ol’ Raymond out.”

“How’s he doing after his knife wound?”

“Son of a bitch is finally back at work. I should just take him out. Penny and the kids would be fine with the insurance she’d get from GM.”

“Oh?”

“Those slimy titty bars he hangs out in – like Babydoe’s – I could just fly into Dallas, do him and fly back. Nobody would think a thing unusual.”

I heard the flush and then his continued pulling of toilet paper. He always flushed before he wiped. I knew if I went in there after him I would see streaky wads of paper still floating. He came striding into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around him, his gut hanging over. He seemed to rock back as he walked to keep from falling forward. He turned and poured his eighth cup of coffee, added milk, held it over the sink and stirred wildly. Half of it slopped over the sides of the cup. His face was mottled with red and he growled to himself.

I looked away. I remembered that at seventeen he had thrown his father out of the house – for beating his mother. He found out later they snuck around for years to see each other behind his back – they were that scared of him.

I knew going opposite whatever he said would push him. I pointed to the phone. “Calm down and call your sister. Her and the kids might want to keep Ray around.”

“Yeah? Uh, uh. She’s too nice. She’ll give that son of a bitch chance after chance while he spends all their money on ass and booze. If anybody’s gonna take advantage of somebody, it’s gonna be me.”

I handed him his plate of eggs and turned away to take my shower and let him spew. He picked up the paper again and started with how all the “assholes in the news” should be killed.

Before this, it didn’t occur to me as an asset that he was always a hair’s breath from violence. I’d tried for peace. I didn’t want to know details about the trouble he’d been in before we met. I knew he’d been plunked in jail for violating a restraining order. He’d broken down a door too – I had that from his sister because she thought I should know. I figured he deserved another chance in life. He had a lousy childhood with the drunk old man and all. But now I realized how foolish I was to think that if I treated him nice enough – turned the other cheek – he would be nice back. Thought that was human nature. Wrong. Slap after slap to my dignity, until there was none of it left. I was a goddamned angelic saviour for over a year and not a speck of it rubbed off. He took me for a sucker to use and abuse. It was a lesson I’d never forget, learned too late.

Something about the alligator incident made me know Carl’s true capabilities, and I was fucking scared. That gator told me that a flight for Carl to Dallas was my only ticket out. It was a harsh thought, but Penny’s husband wasn’t God’s gift either, and if Carl didn’t get him, it was just a matter of time till some other motherfucker did.

At first I felt scared of the wicked thoughts in my heart. But after a few days, each time Carl hawked up a big gob and spit it out the car window or screamed at me because the elevator at the apartment complex was too slow, the idea became less sinful. He was always saying how he used to break guys’ legs for a living, collecting, and he might decide to find some employment of that kind in Florida since the pay was so lousy for construction. Besides that, there was his drunk driving. If I could get him behind bars, it would be an asset to the whole state.

One morning he woke up and bit my nipple hard before I was even awake. “Ouch,” I yelled. It drew blood and made my eyes fill up.

“The world’s a hard place,” he told me.

“You make it that way.”

He laughed. “You lived your little pussy life long enough. It’s time you find out what it’s all about.” He covered my mouth with his booze and cigarette breath, and I knew that was the day I’d make a call to his sister. He wasn’t going to go away on his own.

Penny did mail-outs at home in the morning, so I called her from work. I could hear her stuffing envelopes while we talked. I asked about the kids and the dog. “So how’s your husband?” I added. “Carl said he went back to work.”

“Yeah. We’re getting along much better. He’s cut back on the drinking and brings home his paycheck. Doesn’t go to the bar half as much.”

“He’s still going to that bar where he got hurt?”

“Oh, no, a new one, Cactus Jack’s – no nude dancers, and it’s only a couple miles from here, so he takes a cab home if he needs to. He promised he wouldn’t go back over to Babydoe’s.”

Done. Smooth. I didn’t even have to ask any suspicious questions. “Yeah,” I said. “He gets to the job in the morning. That’s important.”

“He only goes out Fridays and maybe one or two other days. I can handle that. I’m not complaining.”

She was a sweetheart. I felt tears well in my eyes. “You’re a saint, honey. I have to get back to work now – the truckers are coming in for their checks. Carl would like to hear from you one night soon. He worries.”

I had all I needed to know – likely she’d wanted to tell somebody, anybody, and didn’t care to stir Carl up and listen to all his godly orders. She wasn’t complaining – goddamn. It was amazing that her and my husband were of the same blood. And, yeah, she was being taken advantage of – I could hear it. Now I had to tell Carl when and where to go without him realizing it was my plan.

That night I started to move him along. “I talked to your sister Penny this morning,” I told him at the dinner table.

“Oh, yeah?” He was shovelling in chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes with sawmill gravy, and corn, one of his favourite meals.

I realized I was eating with one arm behind my back, keeping it out of reach from any quick snaps. “She’s a trooper,” I said. “Wow.”

“Huh?”

“I never heard of anybody with such a big heart. You told me she adopted Ray’s son, right?

“Yeah. Unbelievable.” He chewed a mouthful. “Him and Penny already had one kid, and he was fuckin’ around on her. I’d’ve killed the motherfucker, if I’d known at the time. I was in Alaska – working on the pipeline. Penny kept it all from me till after the adoption.” He shook his head and wiped the last gravy from his plate with a roll. “Lumps in the mashed potatoes, hon.”

“She works hard too – all those jobs – and doesn’t say a thing about him having a boys’ night out at some new bar whenever he wants. I couldn’t handle it.” I paused and took a drink of my beer to let the thought sink in. “He’s a damn good-looking guy. Bet he has no trouble screwing around on her.”

Carl looked up and wiped his mouth on his hand. “You mean now? Where’d you get that idea?”

I shrugged. “Just her tone. Shit. If anybody’s going to heaven, she will.”

“You think he’s hot, don’t you? I’ll kill the son of a bitch. What new bar?”

“Cactus Jack’s. I bet you he’s doing it. She’d be the last to say anything. Why else would he stay out half the night?”

Carl threw his silverware on the plate. “I’ll kill the bastard.”

“I don’t like to hear that stuff.”

“It’s the real world, and he’s a fuckin’ asshole. He needs to be fucked.”

“I hate to hear a woman being beat down, thinking she’s doing the right thing for the kids. ’Course, you never know what’s the glue between two people.”

“My sister’s done the right thing all her life, and it’s never got her anywhere.” He was seething.

“She’s one of a kind, a saint really.” I tucked my hand under my leg – feeling protective of my arm – took a bite of fried steak, and chewed.

Carl rocked back on the legs of the chair. His eyes were focused up near the ceiling. “Hmm,” he said. “Hmm.”

“Don’t think about getting involved. We have enough problems.”

“You don’t have a thing to do with this. It’s family.”

I gathered up the dishes and went to the sink feeling smug, even though I was a little freaked by the feeling that the plan might work. I was wiping the stove when the phone rang.

“Got it,” Carl yelled.

It was Penny. She’d followed my suggestion to call. I could hear him trying to draw her out. He went on and on, and it didn’t sound like he made any progress. By the time he slammed down the receiver, he had himself more angry at her than he was at her husband. He went raging into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I was surprised the mirror didn’t fall off.

I finished up in the kitchen and was watching Wheel of Fortune by the time he came out.

He sat down on the couch next to me and put his hand on my thigh, squeezed it. “You got some room on your Visa, don’t you? How ’bout making me a reservation to Dallas? I’ll pay you back. I need to talk to that asshole Raymond face to face.”

I stared at the TV, trying to control my breathing. “He’s not going to listen to you. He thinks you’re a moron.”

“A moron, huh? I think not. Make a reservation for me—”

I was shaking my head. “You can’t go out there. What about work?”

“Do it – get me a flight out on Friday, back home Saturday.”

“Not much of a visit.”

He squinted and ran his tongue from cheek to cheek inside his mouth. “I’m just gonna talk to the motherfucker.”

I’d never seen murder in anybody’s eyes, but it was hard to miss. I took a deep, rattling breath. It was too goddamned easy – bloodcurdling easy. I reminded myself it was for my own survival. I needed both goddamned arms.

That night I called for a reservation. I had to book two weeks in advance to get a decent fare. I’d saved up some Christmas money, so that way I didn’t have to put the ticket on my charge. I could only hope nobody ripped Raymond before Carl got his chance. The guy that stuck Ray the first time was out on probation. It would be just my luck.

The days dragged. The hope that I would soon be free made Carl’s behaviour unbearable. I got myself a half-dozen detective novels and kept my nose stuck inside one when I could. I cooked the rest of the time, lots of his favourite foods, and pie, trying to keep his mouth full so I wouldn’t have to listen to it. I also hoped to throw him off if he was the least bit suspicious of what I had in mind. It was tough to put on the act in bed, but he was in a hurry most of the time, and his ego made him blind, thinking that I could possibly still love him – and that he was smarter than everybody else.

Thursday morning, the day before Carl was supposed to leave, he walked into the bedroom before work. I smelled his coffee breath and kept my eyes shut. A tap came on my shoulder. “I don’t know where that new bar is,” he said. “What was it? Cactus Bob’s? Near their place?”

“Jack’s. Cactus Jack’s. No problem. I’ll get directions at work, online.”

“Get the shortest route from the airport to Babydoe’s and from there to the Cactus place. He’s probably lying to Penny, still going back to Doe’s for the tits and ass.”

I printed out the route during lunch. It was a little complicated. When I came in the door that evening, I handed Carl three pages of directions and maps. He flipped through them. “Write these on one sheet. I can’t be shuffling this shit in the dark while I’m driving a rental around Arlington.”

“Sure,” I said. A pain in the ass to the end, I thought. I reminded myself it was almost over. I copied the directions on a legal sheet and added, “Love ya, Your babycakes.” Between his ego and my eagerness to please, I was sure he didn’t suspect a thing. I couldn’t wait to show him the real world when I gave him my ultimatum.

I got up in the morning and packed him a few clothes and set the bag by the door. I called to him in the bathroom. “Your ticket receipt is in the side pocket. Don’t forget to give Penny my love.” I knew he really hadn’t told her about the visit.

He came out and took a hard look down my body. His eyes glinted and I could see satisfaction in the upturn of his lips, despite their being pressed together hard. There was some macho thing mixed in with the caretaking for his sister. In a twisted way, he was doing this for me too, proving how he could protect a poor, weak woman from men like himself.

I thought he was going to kiss me, so I brought on a coughing fit and waved him away. He thumped me on the back a few times, gave up, and went on out. He paused a second at the bottom of the steps, turned back, and grinned, showing all those white teeth. For a second, I thought he was reading my mind. Instead he said softly, “You’re my right arm, doll face.” He went on.

I shivered. I watched his car all the way down the street. I was scared even though I was sure he had every intention of doing the deed, and I was betting on success. He was smarter and stronger than Ray, and had surprise on his side. Then I would hold the cards – with his record, a simple tip to the cops could put his ass in a sling.

I was tense all day at the office, wondering what he was thinking with that grin. I wondered if he’d packed his knife. When I got home, I went straight to his bureau. The boot knife was gone from the sock drawer. I pictured him splashed with blood, standing over Ray’s body in a dark alley. I felt relieved. He was set up good.

I went to the grocery and got myself a six-pack, a bag of mesquite-grilled potato chips, and a pint of fudge royale ice cream. I rented three videos so I wouldn’t have to think. On the way back, I cracked up laughing in the car, my emotions stretched between joy and hysteria. I couldn’t stop worrying, but the thought of peace to come was delicious.

Carl was due home around noon on Saturday, and I realized I didn’t want to be there. I got a few hours’ sleep and woke up early. I did his dirty laundry and packed all his clothes and personal stuff into garbage bags and set them just inside the door. I put his bicycle and tools there. I wrote a note on the legal pad and propped it against one of the bags, telling him to leave Fort Lauderdale and never come back – if he did, I’d turn him in. I said that I didn’t care if we ever got a divorce, and he could take the stereo and TV – everything. I just wanted to be left alone.

I packed a bathing suit, a book and my overnight stuff and drove down to Key Largo. The further away I was when Carl read that note, the safer I’d feel.

I stayed at a little motel and read and swam most of Saturday, got a pizza with mushrooms, like Carl hated. On Sunday morning I went out by the pool and caught a few more rays before heading home. I stopped for a grouper sandwich on the drive back, to congratulate myself on how well I was doing. I could barely eat it. Jesus, was I nervous. I got home around four, pulled into the parking lot and saw Carl’s empty space. I sighed with relief. I looked up at the apartment window. I’d move out for good, as soon as I saved up enough. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The clothes and tools were gone. I shut the door behind me, locked it, and set down my bag.

The toilet flushed. “Eh-eh-eh-eh.”

I jumped. My chest turned to water.

The toilet paper rolled. Carl came swaggering out of the bathroom. “Eh-eh-eh-eh,” he laughed. The sound was deafening.

“Where’s your car?” I asked him. “What are you doing here?”

“Car’s around back. I wanted to surprise my babycakes.”

I looked around wildly. “Didn’t you get my note? You’re supposed to be gone – I’m calling—” I moved towards the phone.

He stepped in front of me. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you. We’re a team. Two of a kind.”

“You didn’t do it.” I spat the words in his face. “You chickened out.”

He came closer. I could smell the cloud of alcohol seeping from his skin and breath, a sick, fermented odour. “Oh, I did it, babe, right behind Doe’s. Stuck that seven-inch blade below his ribcage and gave it a mighty twist. I left that bastard in a puddle of blood the size Texas could be proud of.” He winked. “I let ol’ Ray know why he was gettin it too.”

He took my hair and yanked me close against him. He stuck his tongue in my mouth. I gagged but he kept forcing it down my throat. Finally, he drew back and stared into my eyes. “I did some thinkin on the flight over,” he said. “Penny’ll remember telling you about the bars. Also, the directions are in your handwriting, hon. I rubbed off the prints against my stomach, balled up the sheet, and dropped it right between his legs. Cool, huh?” He licked his lower lip from one side to the other. “Oh, yeah, I found one of your hairs in my suitcase, so I put that in for extra measure.”

My skin went to ice and I froze clear through.

“I was figuring it as insurance on our marriage – a nice little threat if I needed it to keep you around. A tip to the cops would be all it takes. Guess I saved myself a lot of trouble. Where I go, you go, baby girl. Eh-eh-eh-eh. Together for ever, sweetheart.”

He grabbed my T-shirt and twisted it tight around my chest. All the air wheezed out of my lungs, and he rubbed his palm across my nipples till they burned. He lifted my hand to his mouth, kissed it, and grinned with all his teeth showing. He slobbered kisses along my arm, while I stood limp. “Eh-eh.”

Like the snap of a bone, his laugh shot chills up my spine and the sorry truth to my brain. I was the same as Carl, only he’d been desperate all his life. My damned arm would be second to go. I’d already handed Satan my soul.