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“Get the fuck out of here,” he snaps, shoving her half-dressed ass toward the door. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“Big Dick, I—”
“Now!” he roars.
Tammy chokes back a sob, her eyes flashing to me before settling back on him. “I just—”
Big Dick’s hand comes back, raised to strike her.
“Boo!” she screams, her body curling away, her arm coming up to protect herself. “He was asking about Boo! I just wanted to figure out why.”
Big Dick pauses, his hand still in the air as he turns to face me. “Boo? Why were you asking about Boo?”
I glare at him, but don’t say a word.
“He wants to know where she is,” Tammy divulges, her voice calmer now. Mocking.
Big Dick stares at me, his gaze cold and cruel. “Sounds like Boo’s been a naughty girl too, and not in a good way.” He drops his hand and looks at me, the growing grin on his face making my knees turn to rubber. “Your time is nearly up, Preacher, but it sounds like you’re about to get some company in that cold grave of yours.”
BOO
Hours slip into days.Well, at least, I think they do. My concept of time is gradually slipping away while I’m caged inside Alan’s room. No one comes in here but him. The only exception to that is when Tammy had come in to help clean me up, per Big Dick’s request. Why it had to be her, I’ll never know. My luck, I guess. Her spiteful remarks over my body and the scars on it were enough to make me consider risking it all and gouging the bitch’s eyes out. I’d have done it too if it weren’t for Alan coming back into the room.
My next shower came under his watchful eye. There isn’t enough soap in the world to wash away the disgust I felt as he palmed himself while observing me under the spray. I did my best to block it out like normal, but day after day of listening to that sick swishing sound the second I walk into the shower is the stuff of nightmares. That invasion of privacy is tame compared to the rest of my nights with him, though.
Besides the meal he brings me in the morning, just as I did for Priest, I see no one else. He lingers just long enough to ensure I’ve eaten, then disappears again until the next meal, or until he comes back for the night, taking my body like he owns it before collapsing onto the bed beside me.
He doesn’t tell me why he lied to Big Dick about what I did. What purpose did it serve him? And why was my life more important than the other women imprisoned here? Why did my life mean so much to Big Dick? The entire thing confuses me more and more each time I try to make sense of it all, the whys coming in a constant string of implausible scenarios.
After breakfast this morning, Alan had done his disappearing act as usual, so color me surprised when I hear the door being unlocked from the outside. I peer up from my bed, only to see Tammy walking through the door.
Fucking Tammy.
“What do you want?”
“Someone’s been asking about you,” Tammy chirps, sauntering into the room. My heart skips a beat. Priest. Was Priest asking about me? Is he still alive?
“Who let you get up off your knees?” I ask, not playing into her nasty little game. “They finally get tired of you?”
“Still a bitch, I see,” she remarks, closing the door behind her. “I’d have thought being chained up like an animal would change your attitude, but guess not.” She shrugs, still smiling like a cat that ate the canary.
“It takes more than chains to break me, Tammy.”
She grins. “I doubt that.”
“How many STDs do you have now?” I don’t know why I’m baiting her. Maybe just because I hate her, and because I know that when she’s pissed, she’ll be more likely to tell me things without meaning to.
“You’re just jealous,” she says, her eyes narrowed, though her smile never falls. “They want me, and they don’t want a mousey little pink-haired bitch like you.” Jealousy? Is she for real right now? Jealous is not the word I would use for the feelings I have about her or any of them. Disgust, disdain, repugnance, aversion? Take your Webster’s Dictionary pick. Jealousy will not be one of the options. “Aren’t you the least bit curious as to who's been asking about you?” she goes on.
“No.”
“Oh, come on, Boo.” She plops down onto the bed beside me. The mattress bounces us both from the collision with her ass. She falls back next to me, peering up from her spot. “I know you want to know.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re no fun, you know that? I came here out of love and concern for your well-being, just to let you know that you’re missed,” she teases. “He’s handsome, by the way.”
Another flutter of my heart. “Who the fuck are you talking about?”
