me.â
âIs that what you did to Janice Fazio?â 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 didnât 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.
âNone of your fucking business what I did to Janice,â Chub sneered at Tiffany.
âI know what you did. Sheâs buried in the woods behind Willard High School.â
âHow do you know about that?â
âI know everything that goes on around here and everyplace else. I learned a lot from my father. Iâm not just some dumb blond bimbo. Iâm starting premed school next year. Iâve been working with my father since I was nine years old. He trusts me more than anyone else.â
âIs he screwing you?â
âNone of your business.â
âYouâre totally beautiful, blondie. I bet he canât keep his hands off you. But I bet your pussy stinks.â
âYouâre the one whoâs going to stink real bad when we turn you into zombie feed,â 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. âGet away from us!â he blathered at her. âYou look sweet and innocent, but youâre a murderous bitch! You and that other guy!â
âWhat other guy, dear?â Tiffany said sweetly.
âThe other man who was in that van, in the backseat,â said Albert. âHis body wasnât one of the ones I sawâneither his nor yours. One of you mustâve killed those other two, or both of you did.â
âWhat if Jeff did it and ran away? Or what if heâs dead? What if I killed him and the other two but didnât leave his body in the back of the van? Youâre not covering all of the possibilities, Mr. Mathews. Your brain is too addled. Youâre too stressed out.â
âIf youâre so innocent,â Meg interjected, âthen why are we caged up here? Weâre not guilty of anything, and you must know it. So why donât you speak up for us? Why donât you set us free?â
âFirst of all, nobody in this whole world is totally innocent. We all have secrets. We all have done things weâd 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 youâre trying to pin their murders on me. Weâre not going to set you free so you can run and tell your lies to the police.â
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, â Liar! Filthy goddamn liar! Let me out of here and Iâll rip your ugly blond hair out by the roots!â
Tiffany merely smiled at him, gloating in the fact that he was under her power, which was the power of life and death. âRip my hair out, would you? Wouldnât you rather fuck me, Stevie? Iâll bet you would. Iâll 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 itâs 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 . Wouldnât you like to go to bed with me? Any of you . . . or all three of you .
S. Ravynheart, S.A. Archer
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood