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at the movie for a minute before letting his gaze flit about the rest of the room. Marnie and Blake were intertwined on the floor. Mike felt another twinge of anger, but made himself look away before it could spiral out of control. Nearly everyone else was also engaged in sexual acts. As he watched, people would disengage from each other and switch partners. The bodies met and connected in a wide variety of positions. Rather than being turned on, Mike experienced a disconnected kind of curiosity as he observed this carnal activity. He imagined it was like being on-set at a pornographic movie shoot.
After a while, Carolyn returned with glasses and bottles of wine…and a little vial of pills. The pills were X. Which Mike hadn’t taken since his college days nearly a decade ago. But tonight he accepted the X with eagerness. It would make getting through this so much easier. His anger would melt away. For a while he would feel almost deliriously happy. A crash would come later, of course, but for now he needed this. And he consumed the wine--which was very good and expensive--with equal enthusiasm. In time, the substances worked their magic and he actually began to enjoy himself. The occasional resurfacing of the memory of what he had done to Donnie Wilkerson never lasted more than an insignificant moment. He got caught up in the music, the trance-y doom metal having given way to thumping industrial goth. He danced and laughed and whirled about the room. Before the night was done, he had sex again. First with Carolyn, then with the leggy brunette whose name he didn’t know. And again with Marnie, but by then he didn’t care who his partner was, just that he had another warm body against his own. The night lengthened toward dawn and still the party rolled on and on.
When he woke up later that morning, he didn’t remember it having ended.
8 .
He came to with a jolt some hours later. There was an instant awareness of something horrible having occurred and he tried telling himself it had all been a drug-induced dream. But one look around the living room at all the passed-out nude Satanists brought the awful reality screaming back to the forefront of his mind. Here was irrefutable evidence of all the crazy sex stuff he hazily recalled. It wasn’t much of a leap from there to acceptance of the more clearly remembered bloodshed in the garage.
The axe. That heavy blade. All that blood. The mutilation of Donnie Wilkerson’s poor old body…
All real.
Thereafter his mind focused with laser intensity on a single, all-consuming goal--getting the hell out of this madhouse before anyone else woke up. As best he could tell, he was the first to regain consciousness, a supremely lucky break and one he meant to take advantage of without delay. Still, he would have to exercise considerable caution in order to slip away unnoticed, as there were many complications to overcome. He was still nude. And Carolyn was lying snuggled up next to him, with an arm draped across his midsection. He gently took hold of her wrist and lifted her arm slowly off his belly. He then shifted onto his hip and very carefully rolled her onto her back. A panicky moment ensued when her eyes fluttered and seemed about to open. He still had hold of her wrist as he observed this potential complication. She yawned and stretched her body out, causing him to grimace as he maintained his loose grip on her wrist. Then she went still again and appeared to settle back into deep sleep. No more eye flutters. He lowered her arm as carefully as he’d raised it and got to his feet.
Aw, shit.
His head was swimming and his face was still sore from the pounding he had taken. Also, he felt sick to his stomach. Something was roiling around in there. He had a dim recollection of gorging on sloppily prepared food at some point during the night. Some kind of gruesome wee hours culinary concoction involving meatballs, noodles, queso dip, and a jar of jalapeno peppers. Among other
After a while, Carolyn returned with glasses and bottles of wine…and a little vial of pills. The pills were X. Which Mike hadn’t taken since his college days nearly a decade ago. But tonight he accepted the X with eagerness. It would make getting through this so much easier. His anger would melt away. For a while he would feel almost deliriously happy. A crash would come later, of course, but for now he needed this. And he consumed the wine--which was very good and expensive--with equal enthusiasm. In time, the substances worked their magic and he actually began to enjoy himself. The occasional resurfacing of the memory of what he had done to Donnie Wilkerson never lasted more than an insignificant moment. He got caught up in the music, the trance-y doom metal having given way to thumping industrial goth. He danced and laughed and whirled about the room. Before the night was done, he had sex again. First with Carolyn, then with the leggy brunette whose name he didn’t know. And again with Marnie, but by then he didn’t care who his partner was, just that he had another warm body against his own. The night lengthened toward dawn and still the party rolled on and on.
When he woke up later that morning, he didn’t remember it having ended.
8 .
He came to with a jolt some hours later. There was an instant awareness of something horrible having occurred and he tried telling himself it had all been a drug-induced dream. But one look around the living room at all the passed-out nude Satanists brought the awful reality screaming back to the forefront of his mind. Here was irrefutable evidence of all the crazy sex stuff he hazily recalled. It wasn’t much of a leap from there to acceptance of the more clearly remembered bloodshed in the garage.
The axe. That heavy blade. All that blood. The mutilation of Donnie Wilkerson’s poor old body…
All real.
Thereafter his mind focused with laser intensity on a single, all-consuming goal--getting the hell out of this madhouse before anyone else woke up. As best he could tell, he was the first to regain consciousness, a supremely lucky break and one he meant to take advantage of without delay. Still, he would have to exercise considerable caution in order to slip away unnoticed, as there were many complications to overcome. He was still nude. And Carolyn was lying snuggled up next to him, with an arm draped across his midsection. He gently took hold of her wrist and lifted her arm slowly off his belly. He then shifted onto his hip and very carefully rolled her onto her back. A panicky moment ensued when her eyes fluttered and seemed about to open. He still had hold of her wrist as he observed this potential complication. She yawned and stretched her body out, causing him to grimace as he maintained his loose grip on her wrist. Then she went still again and appeared to settle back into deep sleep. No more eye flutters. He lowered her arm as carefully as he’d raised it and got to his feet.
Aw, shit.
His head was swimming and his face was still sore from the pounding he had taken. Also, he felt sick to his stomach. Something was roiling around in there. He had a dim recollection of gorging on sloppily prepared food at some point during the night. Some kind of gruesome wee hours culinary concoction involving meatballs, noodles, queso dip, and a jar of jalapeno peppers. Among other
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