Lee Weeks - Cold as Ice

‘Would it surprise you to know that his mother died in that remote farm outside Adelaide?’

‘Not really. How?’

‘Strangled. By the time they found her she was cocooned in spiders’ webs.’

Ebony’s face felt like it didn’t belong to her. The bite was throbbing. She raised her hands to touch the swelling on her face. She could feel the poison working. Her ribs were in agony when she breathed. She had passed out after killing the spider – she hadn’t meant to but her instinct was to crush it in her hand. He’d beaten her unconscious for that.

Her wrists were bound together. She must have slept. Her vision was slightly better although her face throbbed. She looked around her. The corpse he called Jenny was still hanging, mummified and cocooned, from the hook in the ceiling. As she focused on it she could see that beneath the white web there was movement – hundreds of spiders had colonized the body.

Danielle was watching her from her place, strung up by her wrists, her legs opened and chained to anchors in the floor. There was blood dripping down to her feet. Yan was in the corner of the room. A bottle of vodka was open beside him. Ebony looked at the photos on the walls. There were large prints of a young boy with a man. She recognized Yan from the photos.

‘My dad,’ he said, looking up. ‘The dad my mother never let me be with. She should have left me with him. I loved him. He would have looked after me. I could have nursed him back to health when he got ill. I never saw him again after we left. She was taking me on holiday, she said, taking me away for the summer, but we never came back and I missed all those years with my dad. Women shouldn’t have kids selfishly like that. They shouldn’t just up and leave the man who gave them that child. Women are fickle and vain and only think about themselves. They entrap a man with their looks, cover themselves in make-up, but inside they are worse than spiders, worse than the female spider for taking what they want and then destroying the mate that gave it to them.’

He looked at Ebony. He picked up the vodka and swigged it back. ‘Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the police would try and trap me? I’m not going to let you stop me from finishing the game. I know that this will be my last game and I chose to end it here with you two – my last players. Danielle, you will die on my first mark… Ebony on my second.’ His laughter started deep and ended in a shrill squeal that left him doubled over and breathless. ‘We are going to play the game called “tighten the noose”.’ He got to his feet slowly – with deliberate precision he then walked across to Danielle; he walked like a ballet dancer. He took every step as if he were on stage – in a performance.

‘Ebony, you have to answer questions. If you get them wrong then I tighten the noose around Danielle’s neck.’ He took his mother’s scarf from his pocket and tied it around Danielle’s neck, looping it twice around and taking up the slack in his fist. She twisted and thrashed against his grip as the scarf tightened around her throat.

‘Here’s the question… ready?’

‘Leave her alone,’ Ebony shouted out.

‘What is your worst nightmare? What do you fear most?’

‘Pain. I fear pain most.’ She couldn’t bear to see Danielle struggling to breathe.

‘Liar.’ He squeezed the scarf and twisted it around his fist.

‘Being alone.’

Yan shook his head, tutting, and gathered more of the scarf in his fist. Danielle started to lose consciousness.

‘Stop… stop… Okay – my worst nightmare is something I don’t understand. It’s dark. I hear my mother. I’m being touched… I feel violated, vulnerable…’

He released the scarf and Danielle slumped forward and her shoulders rose and fell as she snatched the air back into her lungs. The gag was sucked into her mouth at each breath.

‘Good.’ He waited a few minutes for Danielle to recover. He turned to look at Ebony.

‘It’s all black and white with you. Did no one tell you the world is grey?’ He pulled the scarf tight around Danielle’s neck again. Her legs began to shake. Her chest rose and collapsed. Then he released the tourniquet.

‘Second question: have you ever betrayed anyone?’

‘No.’

‘Liar. I looked you up. I found you. Wilson equals Willis. Ebony Willis – right age, right mixed-race kid from children’s homes and a fuck-up mum. I looked you up and I thought, you know what? We have a lot in common but still you were sent to trick me and you accepted the challenge willingly.’

‘I didn’t know it was you. Please stop. No. I don’t know what you want from me. I have never betrayed anyone.’

‘What about your own mother? You arrested your own mother.’

‘I had no choice. It was my job. She killed someone. Please. Please… let Danielle go. We can talk… yes, you’re right, we have a lot in common. My mum was sick. She did things.’ Ebony was fighting to think straight. She didn’t know what she could say to save Danielle. She would give anything to do that – even her life.

‘You betrayed her. You couldn’t wait. You hated her.’

‘Maybe.’ Ebony looked at Danielle and saw the urine run down her legs. ‘I am telling the truth.’

He released the tension on the scarf and he took off Danielle’s gag so she could breathe better. She gasped and her lungs squealed and sobs erupted from her raw throat. ‘Please. Please, I’ve had enough; let me die,’ Danielle begged.

‘Not till I’m ready.’ He turned to Ebony. ‘Do you wish your mother were dead, Ebony?’

‘No.’

‘Yes you do.’ He snatched up the slack from the scarf.

Danielle twisted in the air and her feet beat against the floor as she tried to get oxygen and failed.

‘Yes. Yes… you’re right. I hate her. Please… please… Danielle doesn’t deserve it, kill me not her. Yes my mother doesn’t love me… is that what you want me to say? My mother doesn’t love me. Never did and never will.’

Danielle’s legs stopped twitching and her body slumped. He pulled the scarf away and she stayed the way she was. Ebony watched helplessly. She was here to save Danielle and she had failed.

Yan was angry with himself. ‘You did this – you made me lose concentration. You made me rush.’

He reached down and pulled Ebony to her feet and threw her over his shoulder again. Ebony started to retch. She was sick over the floor as he walked. She looked up as they were leaving the room; Danielle was stirring, coming round. Ebony felt the hope in her return. It wasn’t too late. Yan carried on walking, almost jogging along the corridor. Ebony felt the cold air rush as she stared at the floor beneath her. Her stomach heaved. She counted the doors, she knew the direction. She was back where she started. He opened a door and the mustiness, the heat in the room hit her. He laid her back in the box and left her for what could have been days. She had no idea how long.

She closed her eyes inside the coffin and tried to rest. She was thinking of Micky when she heard Yan return. She heard the three locks on the coffin being undone. As her eyes adjusted she saw him standing over her, something moving in his hands. Her eyes focused and she saw he was holding a rat; it was trying to bite him through his gloves. He held the rat one-handed as he reached into the box and pulled her up to a sitting position by her wrists. Then he dropped the rat in the box with her.

Ebony struggled to breathe through the panic as she felt its warm body and its sharp claws scratch her as it scuttled nervously around the box. He reached in and lifted it out by the tail. He dangled it in front of her face. It squealed as Yan pulled and twisted – dislocated its back legs. Then he dropped it back in. She watched it drag its mutilated body around the box.