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STANLEY RUBBED THE side of his face where Sydney had struck him as he got out of his car beside the shipping container. His face didn’t hurt, it tingled.
Sydney was very agitated over the Brown bitch. Well, she’d soon have a date with Stanley and that’d be the end of it. He’d picked a suitable site for their intimate encounter. It was by the river where she could go for a final swim. Sydney wouldn’t have anything more to worry about, and neither would Stanley. If the only person who could do him any damage was a Brown, and Cassandra was the only Brown, then once she was with her friend he’d safely have a long and satisfying love life.
Stanley turned off the headlights of his car and opened its trunk. Sydney was right. Boot was such a foolish name for it. A trunk was something that you’d see an escapologist get locked in when you go to see a magic show. Whoever heard of a magician being locked inside a shoe? That’d be stupid.
Shit!
The dressmakers scissors. He left them with the red bitch, and the Brown bitch was wearing jeans. No fucking chloroform either, and she’d only been locked up a few hours. Well, this was going to make for some very active sex. Like...
He should date Kasey Winkle again, make her change her mind about... No. Sydney was adamant he didn’t want her touched. She was special to him, and still special to Stanley. He’d had other women since her, and Sydney had promised that having another woman would cure him of feelings for the previous, and he was mostly right. Just not about Kasey. Oh well.
He made sure the trunk was ready for his struggling beloved. He took his torch from the glove compartment and opened the container. He flicked the torch on.
“What the fuck!” The women were untied.
Cassandra lunged at him, falling to the ground with him.
“Run!” she screamed to the other two.
Stanley grabbed her by the throat and tossed her around so that he was on top of her.
Before he could completely press her airway, she had a hand between his arms and was pressing a finger into his left eye. Stanley let go of her throat to take hold of her hands. The bitch was strong. Her struggling excited him. He’d decided the night with her struggling like she was would be memorable. The thought of bringing her back after for a second performance later occurred to him when the pain of a knee connecting with his testicles chased all thoughts from his head. She had seriously injured one of them and Stanley could no longer wrestle. She tossed him aside and went to the container, opening the door wide.
“Run!” she yelled. “By the gods!”
Whatever it was, Stanley didn’t care. He found strength enough to regain his feet and lunged toward Cassandra.
She ran.
Stanley closed the container’s door.
“GET AFTER HER YOU FOOL!” came a voice from behind. It was Sydney’s.
“How did you—”
“SHUT UP AND GET HER!”
Stanley ran. Sydney followed.
***
THE DOOR OF THE CONTAINER creaked open. Karla hobbled out, helping Jacinta. They went to Stanley’s car and looked for the key. It wasn’t there.
“Can you hotwire a car?” Karla asked Jacinta.
She shook her head.
“Neither can I.”
The blonde woman with the clown makeup appeared again, pointing along a path that led into the forest.
“Let’s go,” Karla said. “She seems to be here to help us.”