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“Good evening,” he said a hollow smile on his lips. “Did you nap well? You slept through our nice, private little plane ride earlier. I told the pilot you were drunk.”
He laughed at that.
“Kyzer,” my voice croaked. My throat was burning. “What is this?”
“Why, this is your room for now. My stepmother and I want you to be our guest for a little while. We need to figure some things out.”
“What kind of things?”
He ignored me, coming over and sitting down on the bed, putting his index finger on my lips.
“Shhh,” he said, “enough questions, Lindsey. From here on out, I will do the talking. I think introductions are in order first.”
I heard the door open again. A tall, thin woman with short, dark hair came in. Her hair had been cut and dyed a dark brown, her make-up had changed to something more exotic, but I recognized her.
It was Susanne!
“Nice to see you again, Lindsey. How have you been?”
“Susanne?”
“This is my step-mother, Lindsey. I’d like you to meet Sue Ellen Stanfield. I’ve told you a lot about her; all good things of course.”
I watched in horror as Susanne turned and smiled at him. He closed the distance between them and they kissed, long and passionately. I was sickened.
“So, Lindsey,” Susanne, said her attention turned back to me once again. “You’ve done a great service to us. We’ve been looking for that formula. It wasn’t in any of your father’s belongings that he left behind in Mexico.”
“Where is my dad?”
“You tell us. We were certain you were harboring him at some point, at the very least I’m certain he’s been in touch with you.”
“Were you lying to me about that, Lindsey?” Kyzer asked his voice like acid.
I shook my head back and forth. My arms were cramping up with tension. Kyzer pulled his arm back, bringing it forward quickly to backhand me across the face.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch!”
“I’m not,” I said. “I haven’t seen or heard from him at all. I mean, he might have sent the roses, but that’s the only contact he’s made, and I’m not even certain of that.”
“We sent the roses you little fool,” Susanne spat. “We figured it would flush him out. He would have understood the meaning behind the message on the card. He would have known what the powder on the stems meant.”
“If you haven’t been in touch, how did you get the formula that he had, that we needed?” Kyzer asked.
“It was in a locked metal box we moved from Indy. The key turned up inside something he had given me as a child.”
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, slapping me again with an open palm.
“It’s the truth!” I screamed. “He must’ve put it there while we still lived in Indy; before he fled with your step-mother,” I spat, throwing a look of utter contempt at Susanne.
“Ooh, Kyzer. I think you’re little friend here needs to learn some respect for Step-Mommy, don’t you?”
“I think you might be right, Suzy, a lesson in respect and honesty. The little bitch lied to me about forgetting the formula, lied to me about that fed she’s been fucking, and I’ll bet she’s lying to me now. Shall I provide the lesson?”
“Can I watch?” Susanne asked, huskily.
“Of course,” he said, softly, unbuckling his belt and removing it. “She needs to learn what happens to a lying, prick-tease.”
My skin was crawling. My stomach roiled as I watched Kyzer, fold his leather belt in half, and approach me on the bed. I was helpless, but still I squirmed, somehow hoping that I could break free of the binds. That was not going to happen.
