Ed Gorman - Serpent's kiss
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- Название:Serpent's kiss
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When she screamed, he brought his hand up as if by magic and struck her with terrible fury across the mouth.
She felt blood fill the inside of her mouth immediately. She knew she would not scream anymore. She was too afraid of getting hit again.
Where was Richie?
A cigarette and a quick trip to the Dairy Queen couldn't possibly have-
"Now you listen, you little cunt. I want to enjoy you. Do you understand me?"
He had his face pushed right up against hers. His features were huge, grotesque. "I want to get inside you and have a good time. If you try to stop me, I'll kill you."
And then he reached down as if he were going to pick up something from the floor-there was the sound of something being unclasped-and then a small butcher knife filled his hand.
He brought the gleaming blade not to her face, not to her throat, but to her left breast.
"You know what this knife could do to that?" The tip of the blade tweaked her pink nipple. "You want to find out what it could do to that?"
She heard herself whimpering, pleading: "No, no."
"Then you do what I tell you, you understand? You do what I tell you or I'm going to take you apart piece by piece." He seized her breast with such force that she felt her knees buckle. "And I'm going to start with your nice little tit here. All right?"
Something like a scream started up her throat and through the bubbling blood in her mouth but the back of his hand smashed across her lips once again, killing the sound utterly.
"Now let's have some fun," he said.
The woman ahead of him in line wore tight white stretch pants. She must have been at least one hundred pounds overweight. Easily. She ordered three Buster Bars, two Dillies, a ninety-five-cent cone, and two large Blizzards. She wore no wedding ring and she had no kids with her. Richie had the depressing feeling that maybe all the goodies were just for her. He was depressed because he had an aunt like that. Ever since her husband-an Amway distributor who called everybody 'Chief' and 'Ace'-had left her, all she seemed capable of was pigging out. She'd even had surgery to waylay her incredible eating binges. But so far anyway it was no use. She still ate like a Roman legion.
The woman's goodies fitted into three big white bags. She kept her eyes down as she left the fluorescent haven of the DQ to return to the dark and mean streets surrounding the place. Her skin-tight pants and a cherry coloured tank top only emphasised her enormous size. That's why her eyes were downcast, of course. Shame that others could see her addiction and feel superior to her because of it. Maybe even hate her a little. Watching her-seeing others stare at her-Richie felt sorry for her. He could tell you all about being stared at and whispered about.
He stepped up to the window and gave the cute young girl in the chocolate spattered white uniform his order.
Marie managed to bring her knee straight up between the man's legs and catch him squarely in the groin. He went tumbling backward, his arms flailing out, the knife skittering across the ancient linoleum floor.
Her first impulse was to leap for the door, get it open, and run out to the sidewalk.
Sobbing, she started running around the counter. Running as best she could, anyway, with her crippled foot. Behind her, she heard a noise. She wasn't sure what it was but she wasn't going to stop to find out either.
She had just put her hand out to the safety lock when he clamped his arm on her shoulder and spun her around.
"You shouldn't have done that, bitch."
This time he slapped her so hard she was lifted half a foot off the floor and slammed into the counter, the back of her head cracking against the telephone.
He came at her again, raking the fingers of one hand into her tender sex, and grabbing her neck with the other hand.
He jerked her to him and started kissing her.
His tongue was hot and wet and foul in her mouth. She could hear him groaning with pleasure and feel his penis rubbing against her vagina.
She bit his tongue so hard she could taste blood. This time it wasn't hers, it was his.
He was in such pain that he picked her up like a lawn chair and hurled her into a wire display rack of paperbacks.
She felt the wire biting into her naked back as her weight brought the whole display down. She saw a blur of colourful paperback covers flying past her eyes as the books flew in various directions.
"You fucking cunt," he said.
She could see the blood she'd drawn. His whole mouth was ugly with soaking red blood.
He bent down and grabbed the knife by the hilt.
Chest heaving, wiping off the blood with the back of his hand, he came over to stand above her.
She tried to scramble backward but there was no place to go. She was flush up against the head of a lane. It was at least two feet wide and six feet tall.
He stood over her, his genitals still exposed, blood oozing from his mouth, the knife held ready in his right hand.
"I wasn't going to kill you, cunt. At least not right away. But now I've changed my mind."
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and snapped her to her feet.
"Mrs. Kathleen Fane?"
"Yes."
"Mrs. Fane. This is Chris Holland from Channel 3 News."
"Oh. Yes."
"I'm trying to reach a Marie Fane."
"Marie. Why she's my daughter."
"Do you know where I can reach her?"
"I-suppose. But can you tell me why you need to talk to her?"
"There really isn't time now, Mrs. Fane. You'll just have to trust me."
"Well, she works in a bookstore."
"Do you know the name of it?"
"The Alice B. Toklas Bookstore. It's over in the university district."
"And she's there now?"
"She should be."
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Fane."
"But-"
Knowing she was scaring the hell out of the woman, Chris hung up. She didn't always like the things she had to do as a reporter.
She looked through the phone book, found the Alice B. Toklas Bookstore, and dialled.
The phone rang ten times.
"Shit," Chris said. This time she didn't say pardon my French.
"What's wrong?"
"No answer at the bookstore where Marie is supposed to be working tonight." She hung up and started dialling again immediately.
"Who're you calling?" Emily Lindstrom asked.
"O'Sullivan. He's got a car phone and he should be able to-"
And then there he was.
"Walter?"
"Just the person I want to talk to, Holland. Do you know he has a pet rat that rides around on his shoulder?"
"Things are more serious than that. Do you know where the Alice B. Toklas Bookstore is?"
"Sure. Over by the university. It's where I get my copy of the New York Review of Books every week."
"I need to meet you there as soon as possible. All right?"
"This is all pretty crazy shit, Holland. I hope you know that by now."
"Maybe not as crazy as you think, Walter," she said, and hung up.
This time, Marie managed to duck the slap the man aimed right at her mouth.
He had pushed her flat back against the chest-high counter again, and Marie tried to think of some way to reach the gun Brewster had left under the cash register for her.
The man waved the knife closer, closer to her chest.
He lunged.
Marie jumped sideways two steps.
The knife went deep into the varnished wood of the counter. The man made a grunting sound, almost as if he'd been wounded.
Marie moved backward now. She knew she could never reach the door and get it open before he grabbed her again so she tried to position herself for jumping behind the counter. If she could work her way leftward, she knew she could dive beneath the cash register and get the.38.
The man jerked the knife out of the wood and turned to face her again.
"You think you're going to make it out of this all right. But you're not. Take my word for it. You're not."
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