a good bitch! You’re young enough to teach!”
He walked around the room once more, then led her into the washroom. He stopped in front of the sink and poured himself a glass of water. She stared down at the tiled floor. It felt cool and soothed her bloody fingertips and the burning sensation on her knees. She could hear him swallow slowly and smack his lips.
“You’ve been a good bitch,” he said quietly.
His voice sounded gentle. Her mind started to come back to reality as she grasped at the hope it would soon be over. At least he hasn’t touched me…
“Do you want a drink of water? Well, do you?”
She sensed that to say no would make him angry. She looked up and nodded her head.
“Okay, drink then!” He flung open the toilet lid and pointed inside.
“No!” she replied, shaking her head.
“You don’t tell me no! You stupid bitch!”
The chain tightened around her neck; her fingers instinctively clawed at her throat. She kicked out with her feet as he dragged her across the floor. He didn’t loosen his grip on the collar while grabbing her hair with his other hand and shoving her head inside the toilet bowl. Down into the water … out … down again.
Briefly, she thought the water was full of small black bugs, but realized it was only her vision clouding over. Seconds later, darkness engulfed her.
He loosened his grip and she became conscious and blinked her eyes as water dripped from her face into the toilet bowl.
“Drink, you bitch! I said drink!”
She felt him grab her hair as he dunked her head into the toilet again, before letting go. She lowered her face and touched the water with her lips.
“Lap! I want to hear you lap!” he shouted.
She made a lapping noise with her tongue. She felt his legs on each side of her rib cage as he stood straddling her. Pain shot through her side where he had kicked her. Automatically she squeezed closer to his opposite leg.
“Lap, you bitch!”
A condom wrapper fell in the toilet beside her face. “No DNA for you, bitch,” he muttered. She glanced back and saw him masturbating.
“Lap, I said!”
She turned her head back into the bowl and felt his legs grip her body while his hand twisted and pulled on her hair. Moments later he relaxed. She could hear the sound of her own breathing in the bowl.
Without warning he yanked on the leash, pulling her backward onto the floor.
She scrambled on her hands and knees to keep from being choked as he half-dragged her across the hall and opened the bedroom door, hauling her inside. Then she heard him say, “Okay, Cutesy! Come here, boy, it’s your turn. Now … be a good little bitch and lick him off. Go on! Blow him!”
For a second Marcie didn’t understand. Then she felt something cold and wet touch the back of her leg. She turned around and looked directly into the eyes of a German shepherd.
“No! Oh, God…”
The collar tightened, choking off her screams. She fell on her back and started kicking. The dog lunged at her, biting her fingers and then knocking her skinny arms aside to sink its teeth into her chest.
Moments later she could breathe again and started to sob. He ignored her as he led the dog up to straddle her face.
“Mister … please … don’t, please … I’m bleeding…”
He picked up a camera and there was a blinding white flash of light.
His words started to fade. “Okay, okay. That’s enough. He’s ready! Get on your hands and knees. Now! You don’t think I’m going to fuck you, do you?”
Wizard sat in the car and watched the flash of the camera on the cabin’s curtain. He thought about Damien and chuckled out loud. Damien despised The Suit and had no stomach for this. Being a family man with two young daughters has made him weak. The Suit is the key to success. Big mistake for Damien to let me control that key.
Wizard watched as The Suit eventually left the cabin. The Suit avoided eye contact with him and hustled down the street with his dog.
Wizard took a syringe out from under the dash of the Acura and walked toward the cabin.
chapter eleven
Danny saw a figure moving down the darkened alley toward him. Light from a dirty bulb farther down the alley briefly identified the bald head. Leonard Waschuk!
Leonard paused near the rear of the Black Water and looked around. Danny held his breath and watched. Leonard bent over and Danny heard the sound of a brick scrape as it was moved out of place. Moments later, Leonard hurried off down the alley.
Jack saw Red glance behind him toward the front entrance of the bar. She put her beer down and casually made a thumbs-up sign with her fist, while pretending to scratch her chin with her thumb. Jack pretended not to notice Leonard as he walked by. Leonard made a circle around the pool tables, then walked out the front of the bar.
Red looked at Jack and said, “Okay, sit tight and get your bread ready. It’s time.”
Jack nodded to the group of men playing pool and said, “Do you want me over there?”
Red grinned. “Naw, sorry about that. First-time customers. You know how it is.”
Red went to the rear door and pushed it open. Seconds later, she was back. Jack passed her the money under the table. She discreetly counted it, then passed him two baggies of powder. As Jack took it, Red said, “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Bart and Rex.”
Jack turned around and saw two large men slowly moving through the bar. They were scruffy-looking and wore jeans. Even the bouncer, who himself was a giant of a man, quickly stepped aside as they approached. One man was casually tossing a ring of keys into the air with his hand. They made a jingling sound each time he caught them. The noise in the bar died off to a few whispers and the sound of jingling keys.
“Who are Bart and Rex?”
“City narcs,” she whispered. “Bart’s the one with the keys.”
With his back to the two men, Jack slowly tucked the two baggies of powder in the elastic tablecloth under the table, then glanced behind him. He saw looks of fear and hatred on the patrons’ faces as Bart and Rex walked past them.
Jack heard the jangling of keys come closer, then stop behind him. He stared at Red, trying to read her eyes, then slowly took a sip of beer. He could see Spider sitting at another table with a junkie. The junkie let out a dry cough and put his hand to his mouth.
The jangle of keys started again, but on the second toss, Bart missed them
