And Eternity

Chapter 28

We got rid of the creep, and brought on a horror! Vita agreed. I"ve heard about this kind. Even my pimp steered clear of them. They rape and kill! It"s called the s.l.u.t/ madonna complex or something. They hate women.

It is a trifle more devious than that, Jolie said. There are a number of them in h.e.l.l, all of them surprised to be there. To them, there are only two kinds of woman: the perfect, pristine, untouchable one, who is to be worshipped; and the dirty, evil and s.e.xual one, who is to be condemned. Unfortunately, such men do have s.e.x drives, which they can satisfy only with the evil variety of woman. At its extreme, they become serial killers of prost.i.tutes. Jack the Ripper is the most notorious example, though by no means the worst perpetrator.

I never felt easy about the purpose of h.e.l.l, Oriene thought. Now I see that there are those who do belong there! This man-he glows a twisted black!

"Strip, wh.o.r.e!" the man exclaimed.

Ilka rolled over on the bed. She opened her mouth to make a frightened denial-but Jolie put an overriding clamp on it. Don"t talk back to him! she thought imperatively. He will take that only as confirmation!

So Ilka was mute, externally. But internally she was screaming. He"s got a knife! He"s going to kill me! He just grabbed me, and Stall! Jolie advised. Move slowly. Sit up, start to remove your clothing, but have trouble with the snaps. Keep it slow, but don"t stop. We shall try to help you.

Now the girl realized that she wasn"t talking to herself. "Who are you?"

Some visiting spirits, Jolie thought. We stopped you from going with that cheap man at the dance. Now we will help you get away from this killer, because it is our fault you fell into his hands. Listen to us, and we will tell you how to escape.

Ilka was doubtful. "I must be hallucinating!"

Listen to us anyway, Oriene thought. Vita, you have had more experience with this sort of thing. Keep her moving slowly, while maintaining his interest. I"m going to check his mind for clues to how to handle him.

Check, Vita thought. We"ll kick him in the b.a.l.l.s if we have to. She was not thinking figuratively.

Jolie drew herself out of the host and floated across to the man. She entered him. This was distasteful, because she had affinity neither with the male gender nor with the criminally insane mind, but she knew it was necessary. Only her long experience as a ghost, and with animation of mortal hosts, enabled her to do it.

She oriented on what she had expected: a twisted melange of distortion and hate. The anonymous girl on the bed came into focus: her skin was dark, not because of her race, but because of the filth of her nature. She was a demoness, a succubus, a corruptor of man, evil incarnate: a creature to be used and destroyed. She evoked unclean l.u.s.t in him, which proved both her power and her nature. By yielding to her lure, he corrupted himself-so he would expunge the guilt by killing her. Then he would be all right, for perhaps a month, until he encountered another corruptress.

Jolie was revolted by the narrowness and certainty of his perspective. He had not bothered to ascertain any part of the girl"s true nature; he had simply a.s.signed the evil to her. The evil of evoking l.u.s.t in him. She could either admit that she was a despicable wh.o.r.e or try to deny it; in either case she proved it.

But Jolie had known this much about his view of women before. It was an exaggeration of the view of many ignorant men-and every man was ignorant to some degree. Even Roque, as just a man as she had encountered recently, had this fixation: he related best to the forbidden fruit, the underage girl. Young girls were by this distorted definition better, because they were cleaner. They had not had time to indulge their whorish nature, so were more likely to be disease free, and less likely to talk back. Thus Vita"s youth and adoration overrode Roque"s knowledge of her life as a literal wh.o.r.e, and he accepted her without condemning her. But that was rare.

She had to explore the specific roots of this man"s bias. There were always variations, and each case was unique to itself in detail. There had to be something that would provide the key to defusing the syndrome. She had to find it before things got violent.

Through the windows of his eyes, she saw Ilka slowly stripping, having trouble with a broken fastening. Her dress zipped up the back, and the zipper was difficult to reach, and evidently a thread had got caught in it. Usually girls had a.s.sistance in getting in and out of fancy outfits; it had not been antic.i.p.ated that Ilka would have to remove hers alone. Actually, Jolie knew, she had put it on alone, so could handle it-but the man was not in a position to know this. The man did not try to help her; it was part of his fixation that the evil woman was using her unclean nature to seduce him, so she had to do it herself.

She was struggling, indeed, trying to get both hands on the stuck zipper. In the process she leaned forward, so that her b.r.e.a.s.t.s showed to his gaze as her decolletage hung low. Jolie almost smiled to herself; that was Vita"s art. There really was some vamp in her! She knew that the man would watch as long as he was seeing something interesting, condemning her all the while but not acting. It was an excellent stall.

Meanwhile, Jolie was searching the man"s mind and memories. She had had experience with this sort of thing, working with Gaea, but never so urgently in such a difficult case. The man did not understand his own motives; he had fashioned a construct of pa.s.sion and illusion to justify and hide the ugliness beneath, and would not let himself view it objectively. She had to slip beneath that construct and see what he refused to see, without alerting him. He could readily clamp down on those nether memories and feelings, if he realized, and then she would not be able to reach them. She was an intruder here, unable to open any doors herself: she had to sneak through, like a thief.

There was a surge of conscious pa.s.sion. Jolie was swept along, and looked out his eyes again. Now Ilka, having navigated the zipper so that the top of the dress was falling open to reveal her half-bra and stomach, was ready to pull it off over her head. But first she bent to remove her slippers, lifting her leg and bending her knee so as to reach her foot. In the process she showed her left leg under the dress to the thigh, all the way up to the juncture with her body. She looked bare beneath, but it was actually panty hose, shaded to make her legs appear lighter than they were, making of her crotch a perfectly seamless and hairless region. This, again, was Vita"s doing; she knew precisely how to proffer a view without seeming to, so that the man would not press her while she struggled overlong with the slipper.

The effect of this view on the man was electric. He felt a phenomenal thrill of desire-almost immediately suppressed. A surge of guilt washed through him, and he wrenched his gaze away.

Jolie followed the guilt to its source-and suddenly had what she wanted. Those legs were clean-and it was not right, by his reckoning, to experience l.u.s.t for a clean body. Bad women were dirty and hairy in their secret places, fit only for further defilement. The one good woman-the madonna-was absolutely pure in every part. Her proportions were perfect, but without hair or apertures; the madonna had no unclean processes. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s had no nipples, her legs met without genital or excretory complication. She wore conventional clothing only from deference to the norms of society; she had no guilty secrets of body or of mind. Madonna, naked, would remain sylphlike, innocent of the incitement of any lechery.

Who was his madonna? She was Laurel, his older sister.

Jolie picked up the essence in a flash: the father had been a brutal man, given to violence on small pretexts, and the mother similar. Any slightest infraction brought a sharp slap from her, and any backtalk brought a beating from him. He was Kane, the clumsy and stupid child, seldom getting anything right. He was punished every time his grades came, and ridiculed in between. He had no self-confidence or self-respect. It was no better at school; he was known as a dunce, and had no friends. Once in grade school a girl had teased him, asking him if he wanted to play "Doctor," pulling up her skirt invitingly. Deceived, not realizing that she wasn"t being friendly, and curious about what she might have under there that was supposed to be so interesting, he had agreed. She had led him around the comer of an outbuilding where there was a modic.u.m of privacy, and told him that first he would have to show her his. He had opened his shorts-and immediately half a dozen other girls had popped up from hiding and screamed with wicked delight at his exposure. A teacher had overheard, and investigated, and the girls had blamed Kane. That had brought a suspension from school and a solid beating at home. Only Laurel, lovely Laurel, had defended him, saying that the b.i.t.c.hy little girls had set him up out of sheer mischief. It had done no good, but Kane was overwhelmingly grateful to her. Later, hurting, banned to his room without supper, he had heard a quiet knock. It was Laurel, sneaking some rolls and b.u.t.ter to him, the best she could do. He loved her.

Kane had learned early and painfully: all adults were brutal, all children were taunting, and all girls were garbage.

Except Laurel. She alone was pure. Without her, his life would not have been worth living.

When he was ten, and she fifteen, she had run away from home. The father had beaten him, sure that he knew where she had gone, but Kane had not spoken. Indeed, he had known her plan, for she had wanted to take him with her, but had realized that it would be impossible to manage. So she had decided to go alone and to return for him when she could, so that they could both be happy. She had to get established, she explained; she had to get some money, and a house, because the street was no place to live. It would take time, but she would do it.

So Kane had endured, sustained by his faith in her. Laurel would come for him! That alone gave him strength. His life was nothing, but then it would be everything.

She had never returned. Thirty years had pa.s.sed, and he had escaped by joining the military, and later by deserting that, and running drugs and anything else that offered; there was always work for the unscrupulous. He could never bring himself to condemn Laurel, for she was the one perfect woman, but his disappointment remained as a leaden weight upon his soul. When he could, he caught and punished bad women, hiding their bodies and moving on so that he was never caught. The police, he had long since learned, didn"t understand about the need to punish bad women.

Time had pa.s.sed during Jolie"s investigation. Now Ilka"s shoes and dress were off, and she was about to roll down her panty hose. Jolie now knew that this must not happen; the visible nipples were bad enough, but the rest would be disaster. She wrenched herself from the man and sailed across to the girl.

Leave the hose! she thought as she entered. He must not see your flesh there! For she now had a notion how to balk the killer. It would take some doing, but it was possible. He sees the madonna as beautiful but s.e.xless-no genitals. The wh.o.r.es have genitals. He won"t kill you until he has s.e.x with you, proving you are bad.

But he"ll kill if we stop undressing! Vita responded. These freaks are touchy! Do one thing to balk them, and they explode. We won"t balk him, we"ll talk to him.

What about? Orlene asked nervously. I think all he has on his mind is s.e.x and murder, in that order.

We"ll tell him a story. I"ll start it off.

"Get it off, b.i.t.c.h!" Kane snapped. He knew what panty hose was, of course; he had already forgotten, by involuntary suppression, the image of the madonna"s clean juncture. It had been fleeting in any event; Jolie had been lucky to catch the thought. He knew this was a dirty woman, because they all were.

Give me the mouth! Jolie pleaded. I know what to say!

Ilka, still thoroughly frightened, retreated, letting Jolie a.s.sume control. She was very much afraid she was going to die; any promise of rescue, however farfetched, was welcome.

"You must let me say something," Jolie said.

Kane was startled, because this was the first time she had spoken to him. "That"s right, b.i.t.c.h!" he agreed. "Talk dirty! Say the words! Prove what you are!" That was part of it, of course; the girl had to demonstrate her corruption, so that he felt truly justified in destroying her. She had to beg for s.e.x in gutter language. It hardly mattered whether she cursed him or welcomed him, so long as she showed her nature clearly.

"In a moment," Jolie said. "I have to work up to it, you know." He hadn"t known any such thing, of course, but since she was going along with his demand, only qualifying it slightly, and in the process extending the experience, he was able to accept it.

"Yes, work up to it!" he agreed. His right hand held the knife; his left hand went to his fly, opening it. He would not undress any more than he had to, so as not to be contaminated, but this much was necessary.

"There was once a girl," Jolie said. "She was different from all other girls, because she was nice. She was the only nice girl in all the world. Her name was-" She hesitated momentarily. Would it be too obvious to name his lost sister? Perhaps a close compromise. She had to hold his attention without invoking his critical faculty. "Her name was Lorelie. She lived in a bad family, with a cruel father and a mean mother. The only good thing about it was her little brother, who was the only person in the world who recognized her perfect nature. He worshipped her and did everything he could to help her, though their father beat him for it. She would have done anything for him, but they were both captive in the bad family, and it wasn"t fun for either.""

She looked at Kane. Was he buying this? It was pretty obvious, but his twisted emotion ran deep. He had built a philosophy on illusion, and she was tuning in on that illusion.

He was listening, his hands still. She had succeeded in getting his attention. He could identify with what she was saying.

"Sometimes the bad girls in the schoolyard teased her little brother," Jolie continued, elaborating now that her ploy seemed to be working. "Lorelie couldn"t stop that, because she was in a different school. The bad girls made him show his thing, and then laughed at him. They didn"t show theirs, but he knew theirs was bad, because they were bad girls." As she spoke, Jolie remembered her own childhood, in medieval France, when something similar had happened. The villain girls had at times been cruel in their games, in retaliation for the cruelty of the boys" games. s.e.x had been known, even in childhood; few made it virginally to maturity. Jolie had been one of the few, as much by chance as by design. She had been smarter than average, and so had had the wit to mask her dawning prettiness, and to stay clear of celebrations unless close to her mother. One of her friends had not been careful enough, and four boys had grabbed her and done it; she had pretended to like it, rather than get beaten, and then had kept her mouth shut, but the word had circulated anyway, and she had been blamed, not the boys. Jolie had escaped, but she well understood who was to blame for such things: the boys. It galled her to reverse the issue in this story, but it had to be done-and certainly some men were decent, and some girls were not. There had been Parry . . .

"So she brought him food, and comforted him, and toed to ease his welts," she continued. "There was little she could do, but she tried her best. She knew then that they could not stay in that family; they had to get away, to find someplace where there were no bad people. So she started making plans for them both to run away."

Kane was paying close attention, frozen where he stood. She was retelling his childhood, from the view of the madonna figure, offering a rationale that he had to accept. But would her story make him forget entirely what he had been about to do? The longer she stalled him, the more likely it was that someone else would come-but she had little confidence in rescue. She had to talk him out of it, and for that she needed a truly persuasive conclusion-and she didn"t have one. She just had to keep talking, and hope that one of the four of them could come up with what was needed. A life was at stake!

"But there were so many things they needed. Money, to buy tickets on a rocket or saucer. Identification, so that the cruel father could not track them down. A place to stay. Food. Clothing. The list was endless. She wouldn"t steal money, because she was pure and good, and without money she couldn"t arrange the rest of it. Finally she realized that it could not be done; there was no way for the two of them to escape together. If they tried it, the police would catch them in no time and bring them back, and things would be worse than before. She realized that she would have to go alone, and somehow get some money and all the things they needed. Only then could she rescue her brother."

Kane"s jaw was slack; he was mesmerized by the story, so true to his memory. But how was she to conclude it? The consort Scheherazade of Arabian Nights fame had told stories for a thousand nights, extending her life, but Jolie had no confidence that this would work here, even if her voice and imagination held out. Think of a conclusion! she thought to the others. Something that will make him let us go!

Meanwhile, she continued the story. "So she explained this to her brother, who was very understanding. "I will wait for your return," he said bravely. "Don"t tell them what I am doing," she cautioned him, and he promised not to. Then she kissed the dear boy on the forehead and slipped out the window. She had only the clothes she wore, and a few dollars she had managed to save from baby-sitting, and a few sc.r.a.ps of food her brother had given her. She did not know how she would get them a good situation, she only knew that somehow she would do it."

She has no chance! Vita thought. She"ll have to wh.o.r.e, just to survive-and then what will her brother think of her? And this garbage about him being a " "dear boy""-obviously he had the hots for her even at that age, but didn"t know it.

You are not being very positive, Orlene reminded her. She has to succeed! Don"t you see-this is this man"s madonna!

Who never returned, Jolie thought. He was terribly disappointed, but he can"t quite give up hope, even thirty years later. It"s the one decent aspect of his sordid personality. Then she had to resume speaking aloud.

"So she went quietly from that awful house, her eyes wet with tears for her brother, whom she knew would be treated even worse because of her absence, but she had faith he would endure, and give her a chance to elude the police search."

I"m going to throw up! Vita thought. Her brother grew up to be a rapist and murderer!

Try to help Jolie! Orlene thought. Or this host is done for!

And I"m the host! Ilka thought. Will you tell me who you are, now?

I"m Vita, a girl like you. The others are ghosts, helping me stay out of trouble. Now they"re helping you.

"She walked a long way," Jolie continued, trying not to be distracted by the introductions going on in the background. She knew Vita was probably right about the fate of the girl, but she couldn"t put that in the story! She had to show that Lorelie was still alive, still planning on returning. However ludicrous that might seem at this late date, it was necessary to the man"s secret philosophy. "Her feet got tired, but she could not stop, because if she failed, it would be the end not only of her dream, but of her brother"s. She could have endured her own humiliation, but the thought of doing that to her wonderful brother brought renewed tears to her eyes."

You know, I can see it. Ilka thought. My pa"s long gone, but my mother"s pretty mean. If she"d just let me go to a dance, even! The way I sneaked out tonight-it"s like Lorelie.

That gave Jolie a notion. "Then a car stopped beside her. "Can I pick you up?" the driver asked. She looked at him, and she wasn"t sure, but she was very tired now and she still wasn"t far enough away from the house, so she got in. The driver"s name was Frank, and he was a handsome man. She didn"t dare tell him that she was running away from home, so she said she was going to visit friends in the next state, but her carpet had gotten a glitch in its spell. Frank said he was going that way, so he zoomed along. But then he turned onto a desolate country road and drew to a stop in the forest."

"No!" Kane said, well knowing the sort of thing that was in store for her.

"But although Lorelie was a good girl, she wasn"t foolish," Jolie continued quickly. "She opened her door and jumped out of the car and ran into the forest. Frank chased her, but couldn"t see her in the darkness. Finally, disgruntled, he returned to his car and drove away."

Kane relaxed. He was really into the story. But where could it lead now? Jolie was running out of inspiration.

Snow White! Vita thought. She finds the seven dwarfs in the forest!

But less obvious. Oriene thought. Make it one old man-no, better an old woman, no lechery there-who takes her in.

But she is sick. Ilka added, getting into it herself. Maybe so sick she loses her memory!

That"s it! Vita agreed. That"s why she doesn"t return!

What a relief! They had come up with a viable continuation. "Lorelie stumbled on through the dark forest, her tender flesh raked by the brambles. She had gotten some rest in the car, but not enough. She lost her slippers in the muck, and her pretty dress was torn, but she kept on, afraid that Frank would return with cruel friends and search for her. At one point she splashed through a stream. She didn"t know it was polluted, and the pollution infected the scratches on her feet, starting a sickness in her. Finally she could go no more; she fell headlong, and hit her head on a rock on the ground, and was unconscious."

Kane remained frozen, avidly listening. He seemed to have forgotten the circ.u.mstances, or the supposed nature of the teller of this tale. He was lost in the vision of the perils of Lorelie.

" "In the morning a kind old woman found her. The woman had been a sorceress of little note, and was now retired on a meager stipend. She knew immediately that this poor girl had been poisoned by the bad stream, and furthermore had hit her head when she fell. Fortunately the woman retained some ability with healing herbs and spells. She dragged the girl into her hut and ministered to her. "She is like the granddaughter I never had and always wanted," she said to herself as she undressed the girl and washed her clean. "So lovely, so pure. Probably one of those mean young men was after her, and she got lost when she fled him." She put herbs on the girl"s bad scratches, and treated her as well as she could for the stream pollution. It was going to be a close thing, she knew, for the girl was very sick."

So sick she can"t remember. Vita reminded her. But how"s that going to get us out of this sc.r.a.pe? I mean, when the story ends We have to work on that, Orlene said. Before Jolie gets much further, we"ll have to come up with an idea for the ending. Now let"s gel to work!

"The girl did survive," Jolie said, and Kane relaxed slightly. "But it was some time before she could sit up, and longer before she could speak. The old woman cared for her diligently, and slowly she mended. But when she was well enough to talk, another type of injury manifested. She had lost her memory. All she recalled was her name, Lorelie, and that there was something she had to do. So it was that she was unable to complete her promise, because she no longer knew of it. This bothered her terribly, because she knew what she had to do was important, terribly important, but it would take more magic than the old woman had to restore her memory."

"Laurie!" Kane said. "She couldn"t come back!"

"Not then," Jolie agreed. "Not for a long time. So she stayed with the old woman, who fed her and clothed her and took care of her as she recovered. Years pa.s.sed, and as Lorelie became stronger, the old woman became weaker, for she had been frail to begin with. Now it was the girl who took care of the woman. But though there might be a cure for what ailed the girl, there was none for what ailed the woman, because only very expensive magic can restore youth to a mortal person. Finally the old woman was ready to die, and she thanked Lorelie for making her declining years beautiful, for Lorelie was the nicest girl anyone could have for a granddaughter, and she urged her to sell the property, which the old woman had deeded to her name, and use the money to seek strong magic that would restore her memory. Because the old woman had no other relatives, and Lorelie knew she would not be able to abide living alone where the old woman had died, she agreed.

"The old woman did die, and Lorelie saw her soul float promptly up to Heaven, and arranged to have her body decently buried. Then she sold the property, and learned that it had increased greatly in value. The old woman had , been poor, but this was one of the few deeply forested regions left in the state, and the state wanted it for a park. So Lorelie was now a reasonably wealthy woman. She could do what she had to do-if only she could remember what it was!"

I think I have it! Ilka thought. She identified readily with Lorelie, because they were the same age at the start of the story, and Vita felt a similar affinity. She remembers, and she comes back-and he kills her!

You dummy! Vita objected. It"s your body he"ll kill! We don"t dare suggest that to him!

No, it may work, Orlene thought. If her brother thinks she"s a s.l.u.t, then learns she"s his sister, he won"t kill her!

Jolie had continued talking while this dialogue occurred. Would that work? Would Kane let Ilka go if he identified her with Lorelie-with his sister Laura? Maybe it would work!

"So she finally found a sorceress who specialized in memory-restorative magic," Jolie continued, having covered several prior contacts that hadn"t worked out. "It had taken her an unconscionably long time to do it, and this was the most expensive one of all. It would take most of her remaining money. But she did go to the woman, and the woman worked her expensive spell, and at last Lorelie"s memory was restored."

Kane was rapt. "How long-?"

"Suddenly she knew what it was she had to do," Jolie said. "But she was chagrined to discover that so much time had pa.s.sed in the search that it now seemed pointless to do it. More than thirty years! She was now a woman of forty-five, pure and good as ever, but way too late to rescue her little brother. By this time their parents would be dead, and the little boy would be a grown man of forty. What a horrible mishap, that poisoning and fall that had taken away her memory. It was true that she had had a good life with the kind old woman, but if she had been able to remember earlier, she never would have waited. She would have returned immediately and brought her brother to the old woman"s house, and they would have lived there happily, free of all the bad things of the world. Now it was too late!

"But was it? She thought about it, and realized that her good little brother might still be waiting for her return. Oh, he would be in a different house by now, perhaps even a different city, but she could still find him. Better late than never! What a joyful reunion they could have, even at this late date!" But he doesn"t recognize her. Vita thought. He mistakes her for a wh.o.r.e, and is about to kill her Before he recognizes her. Ilka concluded. I like the way your mind works. Vita thought. Can we be friends?

Sure, if you like. If I live.

"She still had a little money left," Jolie continued. She was getting nervous now, because if this ploy misfired, they would have no other chance except a desperation fight for life. Fortunately Ilka had not been bound-but that might only be because the man was quite sure of his ability to overpower her. She didn"t want it to come to that, though she had learned a thing or two about close combat in the course of her a.s.sociation with Satan, Gaea, and Mars. "She used it to have her brother located. Then she went to where he was, which was indeed in another city, for he had moved frequently, for what reason she didn"t know."

Because it wasn"t safe for him to stay close to where he had killed. Vita thought, having picked up most of the man"s background from Jolie"s thoughts. Lorelie won"t much like that!

"At last she came to him, at night on a deserted street. "O my brother, where are you?" she thought, her pure heart beating with antic.i.p.ation and excitement." Now came the crucial part; she didn"t know whether it would work, but it was all she had. "She walked along the street, looking, somehow aware that he was near-and a man jumped out and grabbed her."

Kane jumped. "No, I wouldn"t do that!" he exclaimed.

"He hauled her into the building, his hand over her mouth so that she couldn"t scream-but it also prevented her from identifying herself," Jolie said, nervousness putting a shake in her voice. This seemed so obvious, so stupid, now that she was in it; how could it possibly work? "He thought she was one of the bad girls-"

"It"s a lie!" he cried. "It"s just a dumb story to fool me! You aren"t my sister! You"re just a black teenage s.l.u.t!" He lifted the knife threateningly.

Jolie realized that she should have engineered the story to account for the color and youth. The sister could have been gravely injured, so had to use magic to animate a younger body. But it was too late for that now. "Lorelie tried to tell him, but he wouldn"t listen-"

"You aren"t her!" he screamed, throwing himself on her, the knife held up. "You have to be used and killed!"

Jolie, still in control of the body, tried to squirm aside, but he was too fast and strong for her. He held her down with his left arm across her throat, choking her, while his groin pressed against hers. But he could not make headway, because she still wore the panty hose.

He cursed and used his free hand-the one holding the knife-to reach down, to wrench the hose out of the way. He reversed the knife without letting go of it, so that it pointed up, while with two fingers he caught the waistband and yanked down. The material tore-and Jolie, in desperation, bucked her hips, trying to throw him off in this moment of his partial distraction. "Kane!" she cried. "No!"

Her left hip slammed into the b.u.t.t end of the knife. She felt dull pain as it bruised her. But Kane cried out at the same time, in pain and horror, his body stiffening.

Then something liquid coursed down on her hip. Unable to think what it might be, she looked-and saw bright redness spreading out across her thigh and the bed below. He had stabbed himself! Or rather, her effort to buck him off had caused the point of the knife he held to ram upward into his body, right at the crotch. He had castrated himself.

Then he relaxed, his weight becoming heavy on her. He had pa.s.sed out. She struggled to pull herself out from under, lubricated by the blood. It was messy, but possible, now that he was not trying to hold her. Soon she stood beside the bed, her left leg swathed in blood, staring down at him.

He"s bleeding to death! Orlene thought, horrified.

He deserves it! Vita retorted. He"s a rapist and murderer!

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