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Eddie pushed himself up and off Ruby to stand. He wiped flecks of drying blood off his shirt as he zipped and buttoned his jeans. He stared down at her in disgust, flipped the pocket knife closed, stuffed it back where it had been, then walked across the storage space to the door. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and pulled his Zippo out of his pocket. It glistened green in the dim fluorescent lighting. He glanced back at Ruby.
At some point she had passed out, but she was awake now. At first, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and she had hoped that her acquiescence would be enough to keep him from killing her. She couldn’t make herself look at him, even when he screamed in her face, slapped her, and shook her. In fact, with each abuse, she stared more firmly away. He had almost lost his erection until he flipped her over, twisted her hair in his hand, and made her watch in the mirror he had placed above the bed.
She had made no noise, not a whimper, whine, or plea the whole time. Now she lay silent and curled up under the itchy blanket, her eyes on the wall opposite him as she tried not to look him in the face. Her breathing had evened out, but she was determined not to fall back into unconsciousness. He lit his cigarette and walked back over to the bed. She tried to control the spasm of her back muscles contracting as he came near. He bent gingerly and scooped up the torn remnants of her clothing.
"I'll be back. Keep your mouth shut, and I might give you another good lay before I kill you and your girlfriend." He chuckled.
She didn't move or respond. He took the clothes with him as he walked out, and flipped off the light as he closed the door behind him. In the darkness, she sucked in a wet breath and tried not to scream.
I should have stayed with Truman.
The thought was unwelcome, but it rang true in her head. If she had stayed, he would not have felt the need to send this murderous psychopath after her. She shifted to stop her arm from going numb again, and the small bed under her creaked.
She wondered how long it had taken them to set up his little rape nest; the thought that he had been watching them for any amount of time sent sickness bubbling up the back of her throat. He had to have been planning this at least half the day to have set up the perfect torture chamber. She couldn't see a single way out.
