The Hungry Dead

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me.”
    â€œIs that what you did to Janice Fazio?” Tiffany probed, even though she already knew full well what had happened to Janice. Blake and Spaz had let Chub have his fun torturing and raping her, then playing his repetitive strangling game before finally finishing her off. They had watched furtively from a hiding place while Chub dug a shallow grave in the woods. They knew it would be a shallow one because the earth was hard and Chub was so lazy, so they didn’t have to wait long before the grisly task was completed. After Janice was dumped in the hole and dirt was shoveled over her, Blake and Spaz had taken Chub down.
    â€œNone of your fucking business what I did to Janice,” Chub sneered at Tiffany.
    â€œI know what you did. She’s buried in the woods behind Willard High School.”
    â€œHow do you know about that?”
    â€œI know everything that goes on around here and everyplace else. I learned a lot from my father. I’m not just some dumb blond bimbo. I’m starting premed school next year. I’ve been working with my father since I was nine years old. He trusts me more than anyone else.”
    â€œIs he screwing you?”
    â€œNone of your business.”
    â€œYou’re totally beautiful, blondie. I bet he can’t keep his hands off you. But I bet your pussy stinks.”
    â€œYou’re the one who’s going to stink real bad when we turn you into zombie feed,” Tiffany jeered, then pivoted sharply away from him before he could respond and walked over to the cage that held the sad, terrified Mathews family.
    Albert tried to be brave, even though he and his wife and son were helplessly caged. It was almost laughable to Tiffany. “Get away from us!” he blathered at her. “You look sweet and innocent, but you’re a murderous bitch! You and that other guy!”
    â€œWhat other guy, dear?” Tiffany said sweetly.
    â€œThe other man who was in that van, in the backseat,” said Albert. “His body wasn’t one of the ones I saw—neither his nor yours. One of you must’ve killed those other two, or both of you did.”
    â€œWhat if Jeff did it and ran away? Or what if he’s dead? What if I killed him and the other two but didn’t leave his body in the back of the van? You’re not covering all of the possibilities, Mr. Mathews. Your brain is too addled. You’re too stressed out.”
    â€œIf you’re so innocent,” Meg interjected, “then why are we caged up here? We’re not guilty of anything, and you must know it. So why don’t you speak up for us? Why don’t you set us free?”
    â€œFirst of all, nobody in this whole world is totally innocent. We all have secrets. We all have done things we’d be embarrassed about if they were found out. Second of all, I think one of you killed Nutso and tried to kill Hawk. They were my friends, but you’re trying to pin their murders on me. We’re not going to set you free so you can run and tell your lies to the police.”
    At this, Stevie jumped up and came hurtling at Tiffany, but he was stopped by the bars of the cage. He stood there frustrated, screaming at her, “ Liar! Filthy goddamn liar! Let me out of here and I’ll rip your ugly blond hair out by the roots!”
    Tiffany merely smiled at him, gloating in the fact that he was under her power, which was the power of life and death. “Rip my hair out, would you? Wouldn’t you rather fuck me, Stevie? I’ll bet you would. I’ll bet your father would too. Are you a virgin, Stevie? Do you want to die or stay in a cage here for years and years without ever knowing what it’s like to get laid ? Especially by someone as beautiful and sexy as I am? I could fuck your brains out, Stevie. Yours too, Albert. And I can pleasure a woman just as well, Meggie . Wouldn’t you like to go to bed with me? Any of you . . . or all three of you .

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