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"You don't?" Julien steps closer, and picks up one of the dark objects off the floor. "Can you tell me what this is?"
The man shakes his head. "I don't know."
"Come on, Bob. Tell us what's inside. Is it a tape? A porno tape maybe? A kiddie porn tape?"
"I said I don't know."
"Well, that's strange. You see, after a few of my associates invited you along for a ride out to Boston for a visit, they went to your little den of iniquity and found these on your shelves. So I'm a little confused. Are you sure you don't recognize them?"
Thompson shakes his head. "Some guy gave them to me. I don't know what's in them."
"Oh, I think you do. You see, Bob, a few of my men took a look. They say you were in them with little girls. Doing all sorts of veryverybad things. Now do you recognize them?"
"What do you want from me?"
"I want the truth, Bob. The absolute honest-to-God unblemished truth. You see, that's my mission in life – to get to the truth, every dirty filthy ugly bit of it. I want it all. Do you think a pervert can do that if it'll save your neck?"
Thompson doesn't respond, whimpering, his head down. Julien circles around, closer now, his knife touching Thompson on the neck.
"That's what you are, Bob. A pervert."
Julien comes over to me where I stand frozen with horror. He pulls me over to stand in front of Thompson, one arm around me from behind, squeezing me.
"Do you recognize her?"
Thompson looks at me but shakes his head.
"No?" Julien's voice is quiet, and I realize that the more quiet his voice, the deadlier his intent. "You don't recognize sweet little Eve? Look at her – the pretty hazel eyes, the lovely soft lips, the long fair hair, the ballerina body? How could you ever forget that?"
"Whatever she told you was a lie."
Julien lets go of me and goes back to Thompson. "You're calling Eve a liar? Oh, come now, Bob. You know and I know that's a lie. My men tell me there are tapes in that pile, at least one of them with a girl in a tutu, a little girl with shiny fair hair, with such pretty hazel eyes. Why, she looks like a fucking angel, doesn't she?" Julien's voice is close to breaking. He runs the knife under Thompson’s neck, pressing it against his jugular. "Isn't that right?"
"I don't know what's there."
"Now, Bob," Julien says. "I'm going to be honest with you. Eve's already told me everything. Every ugly little detail. I want you to tell me, too, just so I know you're telling the truth. So that you and I both know what kind of animal you really are. Remember, I already know what you did. If I catch you telling a lie, something's going to get cut off, and I can assure you it will hurt."
I cover my face and turn away, unable to stand there any longer. Julien returns and holds me. "Shh," he says and strokes my head. "Just a little longer, and it will all be over."
He lets go of me and approaches Thompson once again. He bends forward and flashes the knife in the man's face.
"When did you first touch Eve in a bad way? You better tell the truth. Remember, Eve told me everything. If you lie, I'll get mad, and believe me, you don't want to see me mad." Thompson panics. He glances around as if looking for someone to help him.
"Answer me, Bob. I'm waiting."
Thompson's face is red, his mouth slobbering.
"I don't know, I don't know – maybe eleven. I'm sick. I need help."
"Oh, yes, you are sick.Verysick. But don't worry, I'm going to help you." He comes back to me. "You're a disease, Bob. And I'm the cure. Look at her. She's an angel, and because you're such a dirty pervert and hurt her, she's all messed up. Twelve years later and she's still getting screwed by you in her mind. Now that's not fair, is it?"
Thompson’s weeping, perhaps knowing there’s no way out for him.
"Answer me!"
"No!" Thompson cries.
"And all the other little girls," Julien says, his knife ripping Thompson’s pants in the crotch. "How many of them are fucked up because of you?
