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makes her physically ill. What will he do the first time he rapes her and she vomits all over him? She knows the answer to this. His name is Vincent Severity. He does very severe things. He’s a very severe man.
        He’d do something very severe.
        He might even kill her.
        After all, the world is full of Wandas. All they need is a lot of tanning and a lot of bleach and a lot of hairspray and anyone can become a Wanda.
        Lately, he’s been acting crazier than usual. She hears him in the other room, even through the heavy metal door. He yells things. Crazy incoherent things. He throws and breaks things. When he comes into the tanning room, he’s pale and sick looking.
        She crouches naked in her corner as he yells and slams around the other room.
        She watches a maggot cross the floor. She wonders if the people of Scruffington are still quarantined but doesn’t dare ask him about that. That feels like another world to her anyway. To be a Wanda is to be a part of Vincent Severity and nobody else.
       “ Wayne Coyne!” she shouts and bites her tongue. She’s been biting her tongue a lot lately.
        The maggot continues to cross the floor. Maggots are so sick and gross. She wonders if anyone is searching for her. She wonders if people just think she has run off. As far as she knows, she has never given them a reason to think this.
        The maggot inches sickly, grossly closer. She reaches out her foot and squashes it beneath her big toe. The feel of it makes her gag.
        The door to the room bangs open.
        Vincent stands there, his eyes swirling with rage. His dog is beside him. At first, Amber thinks it’s standing on its own and then she realizes he’s holding it by the collar and the dog is limp. He holds the knife in the other hand. He is not wearing a shirt. His chest is hairy; the rest of his skin is pale and covered in sweat. His plastic hair is messed up. This scares Amber. She doesn’t know why but she feels like, once he lets his appearance slide, Vincent is capable of doing just about anything.
       “ Thurston Moore!” She bites her tongue again and curls into herself.
        Vincent rushes over, dragging the dog with her. He slices at her arm.
       “ Say it! Say it! Say it!”
       “ Vincent Severity! Vincent Severity! Vincent Severity!”
       “ Yeah, bitchface, that’s better.”
        He steps back from her and tucks the knife into the back of his pants. He grabs his crotch with his right hand and shifts his cock around. She can see it outlined in those tight blue jeans. He probably isn’t wearing any underwear. Gross.
       “ Want you to see what you done with your shoutin. You done kilt Boy.”
        He pulls his left arm up and the dog goes with it. He shakes it in front of her. Some maggots fall off and onto the floor.
       “ He ain’t never gonna be the same.”
        Amber wants to run but she’s backed into a corner. She wants to kick Vincent’s face away from hers and run but she’s wearing the ankle cuffs and knows she will not get very far, even if he is sick. She starts crying. She can’t help it.
       “ Stop cryin! I should be the one cryin! I’m the one just lost his dog!”
        Two or three of the maggots are crawling up her calf. She can feel them but doesn’t want to look at them because she’s afraid that will make her puke.
       “ You need to say your goodbyes.” He squats down, takes the dead dog’s head in between his hands and forces it up to her face.
       “ Boy loves kisses,” he says. Now he’s rubbing the moist nose and stinking lips against her face, against her mouth. She can feel the maggots crawling around the dog’s teeth, pressing against her lips. “Yeah, give old Boy some kisses. Let him get one last taste of ya.”
        She looks at Vincent, the sweat running down his plastic skin. She looks at the dog, its eyes open and all milked over. Now she sees the