Hot Revenge Box Set 4
Chapter 54
It’s hard to tell, but it feels longer before she comes back. As the time stretches…
And stretches…
Has she given up on me?
Abandoned me to the dark?
My nerves stretch too…
Still, I try to move around, as best I can; try to keep muscles limber and joints supple.
I’m going to need them.
And at last, the light clicks on. A minute or so later, she teeters in, in her unsuitable shoes, the heels click-clicking on the concrete.
Jenny would have come down here in those steel-toed boots she has. Mitch would have worn sneakers. I think even the Haswell woman would have come in something flat-soled.
But Juliana, true to form, wears the four-inch spikes she thinks are glamorous, this time as part of silver vinyl knee-high boots. The rest of the outfit involves an electric blue skirt and blouse, a 70s Sci-Fi silver-blonde wig and green-glitter nail varnish.
I drag myself to my feet, making a show of slow, unsteady movement, keeping well to my side of the now much-broken white line. “Good morning Juliana. I think it’s morning? Yes?”
She scowls. “How many times do I have to tell you? My name's not Juliana.”
“Ah, yes. So you keep saying.” I stand against my wall, well away from the painted line. And I keep my voice soft. “It’s Sola, isn't it. Or Solana. But you were Juliana before that. You’ve had me thinking about that. What it means. And I've had quite a lot of time to think.”
She sniffs. “I’ve no idea what you mean. Now…” She pulls her chair a little closer to the line, makes as though to sit… “… are we going to talk about something sensible? You were rude to me last time and I haven’t decided yet if I’ve forgiven you.”
“What’s to forgive, Juliana? Or if there were something to forgive, what’s the point?” I take a step toward her. Uncertain for a moment, she takes a step back, glancing down at the line, but she’s where I want her, closer to the back wall.
“What’s got into you?” She jerks her chin at me. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“No, not nonsense. But I have had plenty of time, as I said, to think about what it’s all about. What’s the key to all this.”
She folds her arms, sucking in her cheeks. She drums fingers against an arm, then looks to her side. She aims a finger. “This key you mean?”
And just like that, the Juliana smile is back. “You do mean this key.” Unhooking it, she dangles it between thumb and forefinger. “You’d love to have it, wouldn’t you, Larry. You never will.” She turns back, to replace it on its hook.
Carpe diem...
I speak quickly, interrupting her movement. “A question for you, Juliana.”
She turns back, head inclining. “Oh? What?”
“What do you look like?”
She swings her head, frowning. “You know what I look like. You're looking at me now.”
“No, I'm looking at wigs, and costume and makeup. What do you look like when you get out of bed in the morning? What do your lovers see when they wake up with you?”
Her lip curls. “They never wake up with me. My bed is my own.”
“Really? That’s interesting. Alright, I’ll ask instead, how long do you take getting ready before you leave the house?”
The folded arms are back, but she’s still standing, and the key is still in her hand. That chin jerk again. “What’s it to you?”
“Just curious? You see, I remember you from when we first met… My little Potato Face…” Her lips flatten… “I’m wondering how much you have really changed?”
Her pupils are pin-pricking. Her chest rising and falling more quickly…
“Then too…” I continue, “I’m wondering too about the whole Sola business…”
Her lips part, her breathing growing quicker…
“Sola? An interesting choice. Meaning All alone? Well, you're bound to be alone, aren't you. When you slaughter every living soul that touches you…”
Her lips are beginning to peel back, her knuckles whitening…
“… But somehow, that didn't feel right. Who names themselves for being an outcast? Even when the casting-out is self-imposed…”
I wait, to give her chance to reply…
…
…
“I see I'm right. It’s not Sola-The-Girl-Who-Walked-By-Herself…
“So, then I thought about Solana... Sun girl? Sunflower? Sunshine?” I fake a laugh. “I don't see you facing the sun anytime. I get it. I used to be like that myself. But of course, you and I met when you were very young. And you already know that about me. From the days when I called you Po-ta-to Face.” I lean on the words, smacking each syllable from my lips.
She could be carved from stone, save for the pulsing of the vein at her neck.
“So, what else?” I pace a little, the four or five steps the chain will allow me, one way, then the other. I wag a forefinger at her. “I went through your stuff you know, in your apartment, before you went on the murder-go-round with your friends there. It threw me, seeing what was in there. Your cosmetics. Your clothes. Shoes. Wigs. Beads and bangles. All your stuff. But where were you? Where was Juliana?”
Another pause, to see if she will respond. I continue my pacing, my small circle of movement, warming muscles, loosening stiff limbs.
Juliana could be struck dumb.
“You know, I find I keep comparing you with my Jenny. She had a bad start too. All my fault I know. But she turned herself around. Became her own person.
“I couldn't understand why you hated her so much, especially after I told you she'd been one of you, at Blessingmoors. You should have sympathised with her. But then, Jenny’s beautiful, isn’t she. Even after you imprisoned her, degraded her, left her to lie in her own shit for a week, she still looked beautiful.
“It's no credit to her, of course. She's just lucky that way. Jenny wakes up, no make-up, hair like a bird’s nest. But she looks in the mirror and what looks out is beautiful... What do you see Solana? Without all the fakery?”
She breathes in short shallow snatches…
Almost there...
… Time to move in for the kill…
“And another thing… If I were in a room and Jenny had spent any amount of time there, I'd know it on the spot. Her trademarks. Her signatures. Books. Knick-knacks. Souvenirs. All things that say something about her. Things that tell a story…
“But then, I was looking at the crap you fill your life with. Nothing in that bedroom was you. Everything I saw there was something to cover over you... Insofar as there is a You, Juliana…
“In fact, the only object I found in that room that seemed even remotely personal was a book…” I stoop to pick up the tattered and mouldy copy of ‘Poisonous and Psychoactive Plants: A Handbook’.
“At the time, I didn’t think much about it. Then later, well… you do murder for fun, so fair enough. But why not, a guide to hand-weapons, or history’s most famous serial killers…?”
She’s poised, trembling… A push and…
yes, she’s still
open now at the page I want. “I read this at first because I was bored. Then, I read it again because I wondered what you’d dosed your friends with…” Holding the pages open, I
I look up under hooded lids. Juliana’s face is twisting… Her weight begins
fingertip, turning the page with a large deliberate movement… “Family name… Solanum… A family of plants including Belladonna and the other nightshades plus various plants of agricultural
snap the book closed, taking a step closer to the half-visible line.
those years. All that pretence. All the covering up and pretending to be the exotic Belladonna. You touch
it all…” I put the sneer into my words… “… you’re
opening to claws, coming for my eyes. I step back, drawing her in, and at the last moment, her gaze drops to
her eyes widen and her face goes
I grin at
She jerks backwards…
I’m
to draw back beyond her safety line, but in her confusion, she’s not paying attention. The long heels slide on the slimy footing and her feet skid out from under her. Arms flailing, she starts to fall, reflexively reaching for me as I hold out my hand, then trying to snatch back as
about to break. In her screwed-up fist, she clutches the key. My free hand flailing, I’m grabbing for
by my hold, she doesn’t fall all the way, but hangs poised, scraping those pointed heels over the concrete, trying to regain her feet, trying to break
heels scrape uselessly at the concrete. She cries out, face contorting as she tries to twist free of my grasp. Shrieking like a banshee, screeching like a fishwife...
tack, flinging herself forward, and head down, drops to my
arm and involuntarily, briefly, my fingers slacken. And in the instant before I regain my hold,
a bump on her ass, scrambling backwards, shoving herself along on palms and the ridiculous silver-vinyl
range. She kicks at me, the steel-tipped heels stabbing toward me
this side of what’s left of the painted
her. On all fours above her, circling her paired wrists with one hand, I prise at her fingers, trying to open the closed
knee rising to my groin and reflexively, I jerk away, my grip on her wrists loosening. She’s still under me, but her face twists into a twisted smile, a rictus of
… Or tries to…
the movement short, and as she lets fly, the key simply drops, clinking to the ground, then skittering along to settle
jerk, she kicks for the key. I'm ahead of her, snagging
of her, but she comes back at me, clawing and clutching. And this
the instant that buys me, shoving her away, I scrabble for the key
close around the
clutched in my fist, I scramble upright, but Juliana’s on me again, rising with me, hands outstretched, hurling herself bodily. The impact knocks me back and her own momentum carries her with me, but the chain tugs tight at my ankle, unbalancing me and I fall, taking
grapple, both trying to stand, each impeding the other. She slams down on my hand with her fist, smashing my
to rise, pinned by her weight, with my other hand, I lash out, back-handing her. Catching the side of her head,
briefly, and as once more I stumble towards the key, she’s with me, clinging like
back, but in the same moment, toppling, she
overbalances and falls, her head striking the wall
for the
Her eyes roll
over the concrete to
She drops…
It drops…
down into the oily water.
watch my freedom
How deep is it?
never had the slightest urge to get closer
Don’t panic…
It’s a drainage channel
deep can it
Movement behind me…
… and I whirl…
crawling away from me.
“Juliana?”
to the ground. Rolling, she curls in on herself, facing me. Her eyes are dull but they fix on me. Her words are breathy, barely
Fuck that…
think so, Juliana. It won’t be pleasant, but I’ve enough reach to fish the key out. It might take me a while to find it at
stares at me,
on the edge, I look down into black
The key…
be able to reach
Surely…
the
water’ supply sets ripples spreading, making random garbage bob sluggishly. Yellow-tinged foam and threads of scum dot
down into the water appeals about as
rats and the dying Juliana for company appeals
was not among the amenities offered by my hostess and my shirt
Clean clothes…
Crisp linen, freshly laundered…
…
New underwear…
tattered and stinking trousers would stand up
on the ground, pulling a loop of my chain close by to give
and with only a moment’s
… I can reach…
fingers dip
water’s not cold, not at all. Rather, it’s
my wrist,
water almost to my shoulder, I encounter resistance,
it be
as my hand descends into this surface-under-a-surface. And
Something rotting?
stomach coils uneasily, but
my hand is still
How deep is it?
roll, balanced precariously on the edge, and still, I’m
… I feel it…
Something hard…
base of the
Thank Christ for that…
falling in. Slime kisses my cheek. My face almost skims the surface, but no matter how I reach,
rolling away
stare up at
I’m going to be able
Oh, God…
to go in for
idea of wading through
…
Freedom…
the
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