It was terrible going. The dripping pines were thick together, their branches overlapping5, and they tore at the arms crossed over my face. It was black as pitch and I couldn't see a yard ahead. And then suddenly I could, and I sobbed6 as I realized what the car was for, for now its blazing headlights were holding me from the edge of the trees. As I tried to dodge2 the searching eyes, I heard the engine rev7 to aim the car and immediately they had me again. There was no room for maneuver8 and I just had to make headway in whatever direction the trees allowed me. When would the shooting start up again? I was a bare thirty yards inside the forest. It would be any minute now! My breath was sobbing10 out of my throat. My clothes had begun to tear, and I could feel bruises12 coming on my feet. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I would just have to find the thickest tree and try and lose the lights for a minute and crawl in under the tree and hide. But why no bullets? I stumbled away to the right, found brief darkness, and dived to my knees among the soaking pine needles. There was a tree like any other, its branches sweeping13 the ground, and I crawled in under them and up against the trunk and waited for the rasping of my breath to quieten down.
And then I heard one of them coming in after me, not softly because that was impossible, but steadily14, and stopping every now and then to listen. By now the man, whichever it was, must realize from the silence that I had gone to ground. If he knew anything about tracking, he would soon find where the broken branches and scuffed15 earth stopped. Then it would only be a question of time. I softly squirmed round to the back of the tree, away from him, and watched the lights from the car hold steady in the glistening16 wet branches above my head.
The feet and the snapping twigs17 were coming nearer. Now I could hear the heavy breathing. Sluggsy's voice, very near, said softly, "Come on out, baby. Or poppa spank18 real hard. Da game of tag is over. Time to come home to poppa."
The small eye of a flashlight began searching under the trees, carefully, tree by tree. He knew I was only a few yards away. Then the light stopped and held steady under my tree. Sluggsy said softly, delightedly, "Hi, baby! Poppa find!"
Had he? I lay still, hardly breathing.
There came the roar and flame of a single shot, and the bullet smacked19 into the tree-trunk behind my head. "That's just a hastener, baby. Next time it takes your little footsie off."
So that was what showed! I said, weary with fright, "All right. I'll come. But don't shoot!" And I scrambled20 out on all fours, thinking hysterically21, This is a fine way to go to your execution, Viv!
The man stood there, his pale head fretted22 with yellow light and black shadows. His gun was pointed23 at my stomach. He waved it sideways. "Okay. Get ahead of me. An' if you don't keep moving, you'll get a root in that sweet little keister of yours."
I stumbled ignominiously24 through the trees toward the distant, glaring eyes of the car. Hopelessness had me by the throat, and an ache of self-pity. What had I done to deserve this? Why had God picked on me as a victim for these two unknown men? Now they would be really angry. They would hurt me and later almost certainly kill me. But the police would dig the bullets out of me! What evil crime were they engaged on that made them indifferent to the evidence of my dead body? Whatever the crime was, they must be quite confident that there would be no evidence. Because there would be no me! They would bury me, drop me in the lake with a stone round my neck!
I came out through the fringe of the trees. The thin man leaned out of the car and called to Sluggsy, "Okay. Take her back. Don't treat her rough. That's for me." He put the car into reverse.
Sluggsy came up beside me, and his free hand fondled me lasciviously26. I just said, "Don't." I had no will left to resist.
He said softly, "You're in trouble, bimbo. Horror's a mean guy. He'll hurt you bad. Now you say 'Yes' to me for tonight, and promise to act sweet, and mebbe I can get the heat taken off. Howsabout it, baby?"
I summoned a last ounce of fight. "I'd rather die than have you touch me."
"Okay, sweetheart. So you won't give, so I take for myself. I reckon you've earned yourself a rough night. Get me?" He pinched me viciously so that I cried out. Sluggsy laughed delightedly. "That's right. Sing, baby! Might as well get into the practice."
He pushed me in through the open back door of the lobby block and shut and locked it behind him. The room looked just the same-the lights blazing, the radio hammering out some gay dance tune27, everything winking28 and glittering and polished under the light. I thought of how happy I had been in that room only a few hours before, of the memories I had had in that armchair, some of them sweet, some of them sad. How small now my childish troubles seemed! How ridiculous to talk of broken hearts and lost youth when, just around the corner of my life, these men were coming at me out of the darkness. The cinema in Windsor? It was a small act in a play, almost a farce29. Zьrich? It was paradise. The true jungle of the world, with its real monsters, only rarely shows itself in the life of a man, a girl, in the street. But it is always there. You take a wrong step, play the wrong card in Fate's game, and you are in it and lost-lost in a world you had never imagined, against which you have no knowledge and no weapons. No compass.
The man called Horror stood in the middle of the room, idle, relaxed, his hands at his sides. He watched me with those incurious eyes. Then he lifted his right hand and crooked30 a finger. My cold, bruised31 feet walked toward him. When I was only a few steps away from him I came out of the trance. I suddenly remembered, and my hand came up to the soaking waistband of my pants and I felt the head of the ice-pick under the apron32. It was going to be difficult to get it out, to get at the handle. I stopped in front of him. Still holding my eyes, his right hand came up like a snake striking and slapped me, biff-baff, right and left across my face. The tears started from my eyes, but I remembered, and ducked down as if to escape another blow. At the same time, concealed33 in the movement, I got my right hand down inside the band of my pants, and when I came up I threw myself at him, hitting wildly toward his head. The pick connected, but it was only a glancing blow, and suddenly my arms were gripped from behind and I was pulled back.
Blood was oozing34 from a cut above the temple of the gray face. As I watched, it trickled35 down toward the chin. But the face was unmoved. It showed no pain, only a terrifying intensity36 of purpose, and there was a fleck37 of red deep inside the black eyes. The thin man stepped up to me. My hand opened and the pick fell to the floor with a clang. It was a reflex action-the child dropping the weapon. I give up! I surrender! Pax!
And then slowly, almost caressingly38, he began to hit me, now with his open hand, now with the fist, choosing his targets with refined, erotic cruelty. At first I twisted and bent39 and kicked, and then I began to scream, while the gray face with the blood-streak and the black holes for eyes watched, and the hands sprang and sprang.
I came to in the shower of my cabin. I was lying naked on the tiles, the tattered40, filthy41 remains42 of my pretty clothes beside me. Sluggsy, chewing at a wooden toothpick, leaned up against the wall with his hand on the cold tap. His eyes were glistening slits43. He turned off the water and I somehow got to my knees. 1 knew I was going to be sick. I didn't care. I was a tamed, whimpering animal ready to die. I retched.
Sluggsy laughed. He leaned over and patted my behind. "Go ahead, baby. First thing after a beat-up, everyone vomits44. Then clean yourself up nice and put on a nice new outfit45 and come on over. Those eggs got spoiled with you running off like that. No tricks! Though I guess you ain't got stomach for any more. I'll be watching the cabin from the back door. Now don't take on, baby. No blood. Hardly a bruise11. Horror's got a nice touch with the dames46. You're sure lucky. He's a hippy guy. If he'd of been real mad, we'd be digging a hole for you right now. Count your blessings47, baby. Be seein' ya."
I heard the door of the cabin bang shut, and then my body took over.
It took me half an hour to get myself into some kind of shape, and again and again I just wanted to throw myself on my bed and let the tears go on coming until the men arrived with their guns to finish me off. But the will to live came back into me with the familiar movements of doing my hair and of getting my body, sore and aching and weak with the memory of much greater pain, to do what I wanted, and slowly into the back of my mind there crept the possibility that I might have been through the worst. If not, why was I still alive? For some reason these men wanted me there and not out of the way. Sluggsy was so good with his gun that he could surely have killed me when I made a run for it. His bullets had come close, but hadn't they been just to frighten, to make me stop?
I put on my white overalls48. Heaven knew they were impersonal49 enough, and I put my money into one of the pockets-just in case. Just in case of what? There would be no more escapes. And then, feeling sore and weak as a kitten, I dragged myself over to the lobby.
It was eleven o'clock. The rain was still holding off and a three-quarter moon sailed through fast, scudding50 clouds, making the forest blink intermittently51 with white light. Sluggsy was framed in the yellow entrance, leaning against the door, chewing at his toothpick. As I came up, he made way for me. "That's my baby. Fresh as paint. A little sore here and there, mebbe. Have to sleep on your back later, huh? But that's just what'll suit us, won't it, honey?"
When I didn't answer, he reached out and caught my arm. "Hey, hey! Where your manners, bimbo? You like some treatment on the other side, mebbe? That also can be arranged." He made a threatening gesture with his free hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything."
"Okay, okay." He let me go. "Now just get on back there and make with the pots and pans. An' don't go getting my gauge52 up. Or my friend Horror's. Look what you done to that handsome kisser of his."
The thin man was sitting at his old table. The first-aid box from the reception desk was open in front of him and he had a big square of adhesive53 across his right temple. I gave him a quick frightened glance and went behind the serving counter. Sluggsy went over to him and sat down, and they began talking together in low voices, occasionally glancing across at me.
Making the eggs and coffee made me feel hungry. I couldn't understand it. Ever since the two men had got in through that door, I had been so tense and frightened I couldn't have swallowed even a cup of coffee. Of course I was empty from being sick, but in a curious and, I felt, rather shameful54 way the beating I had been given had in some mysterious fashion relaxed me. The pain, being so much greater than the tension of waiting for it, had unraveled my nerves, and there was a curious center of warmth and peace in my body. I was frightened still, of course-terrified, but in a docile55, fatalistic way. At the same time my body said it was hungry; it wanted to get back its strength, it wanted to live.
So I made scrambled eggs and coffee and hot buttered toast for myself as well, and, after I had taken theirs over, I sat down out of sight of them behind the counter and ate mine and then, almost calmly, lit a cigarette. I knew the moment I lit it that it was a foolish thing to do. It called attention to me. Worse, it showed I had recovered, that I was worth baiting again. But the food and the simple business of eating it-of putting salt and pepper on the eggs, sugar into the coffee-had been almost intoxicating56. It was part of the old life, a thousand years ago, before the men came. Each mouthful-the forkful of egg, the bit of bacon, the munch57 of buttery toast-was an exquisite58 thing that occupied all my senses. Now I knew what it must be like to get some food smuggled59 into jail, to be a prisoner of war and get a parcel from home, to find water in the desert, to be given a hot drink after being rescued from drowning. The simple act of living, how precious it was! If I got out of this, I would know it forever. I would be grateful for every breath I breathed, every meal I ate, every night I felt the cool kiss of sheets, the peace of a bed behind a closed, locked, door. Why had I never known this before? Why had my parents, my lost religion, never taught it to me? Anyway, I knew now. I had found it out for myself. Love of life is born of the awareness60 of death, of the dread61 of it. Nothing makes one really grateful for life except the black wings of danger.
These feverish62 thoughts were born of the intoxication63 of the food and of eating it alone behind the barricade64 of the counter. For a few moments I was back in the old life. So, lightheadedly, and to hug the moment to me, I lit the cigarette.
Perhaps a minute later, the mumble65 of the voices died. Behind "Tales of the Vienna Woods" coming softly from the radio, I heard a chair being drawn66 back. Now I felt panic. I put out the cigarette in the dregs of my coffee and got up and began briskly turning taps and clattering67 the dishes in the metal sink. I didn't look, but I could see Sluggsy coming across the room. He came up to the counter and leaned on it. I looked up as if surprised. He was still chewing away at a toothpick, flicking68 it from side to side of his thick-lipped, oval mouth. He had a box of Kleenex that he put on the counter. He wrenched69 out a handful of tissues and blew his nose and dropped the tissues on the floor. He said in an amiable70 voice, "Ya gone an' given me a catarrh bimbo. All that chasing aroun' in the woods. This trouble of mine, this alopecia thing that kills the hair. You know what that does? That kills the hairs inside the nose too. Together with all the rest. An' you know what that does? That makes your schnozzle dribble71 bad when you got a cold. You given me a cold, bimbo. That means a box of wipes every twenty-four hours. More, mebbe. Ya ever think of that? Ya ever think of people have no hairs in their snouts? Aargh!" The hairless eyes were suddenly hard with anger. "You gashes72 are all the same. Just think of yerselves. To hell with the guys that got troubles! You just go for the good-timers."
I said quietly, under the noise of the radio. "I'm sorry for your troubles. Why aren't you sorry for mine?" I spoke73 quickly, forcefully. "Why do you two come here and knock me about? What have I done to you? Why don't you let me go? If you do, I promise I won't say a word to anyone. I've got a little money. I could give you some of it. Say two hundred dollars. I can't afford any more. I've got to get all the way down to Florida on the rest. Please, won't you let me go?"
Sluggsy let out a hoot9 of laughter. He turned and called across to the thin man, "Hey, get out the crying towel, Horror. The slot says she'll hand over two Cs if we let her scram." The thin man gave a slight shrug74 of the shoulders but made no comment. Sluggsy turned back to me. His eyes were hard and without mercy. He said, "Wise up, bimbo. You're in the act, and you've been given a star part to play. You ought to be tickled75 to be of so much interest to busy, important guys like Horror and me, and to a big wheel like Mr. Sanguinetti."
"What is the act? What do you want me for?"
Sluggsy said indifferently, "You'll be wised up come morning. Meanwhiles, howsabout shuttin' that dumb little hash-trap of yours? All this yak76 is bending my ear. I want some action. That's sweet stuff they're playing. Howsabout you an' me stepping it together? Put on a little show for Horror. Then we'll be off to the hay and make with the bodies. C'mon, chick." He held out his arms, clicking his fingers to the music and doing some fast steps.
"I'm sorry. I'm tired."
Sluggsy came back to the counter. He said angrily, "You've got a big keister giving me that crap. Cheap little hustler! I'll give you something to make you tired." Suddenly there was an obscene little black leather cosh in his hand. He brought it down with a dull whack77 on the counter. It left a deep dent25 in the formica. He began to move stealthily round the edge of the counter, humming to himself, his eyes holding mine. I backed up into the far corner. This was going to be my last gesture. Somehow I must hurt him back before I went under. My hand felt for the open cutlery drawer and suddenly I dipped in and flung, all in one motion. His duck wasn't quick enough, and the silver spray of knives and forks burst round his head. He put a hand up to his face and backed away, cursing. I hurled78 some more and then some more, but they only clattered79 inoffensively round his hunched80 head. Now the thin man was moving fast across the room. I grabbed the carving81 knife and made a dash for Sluggsy, but he saw me coming and dodged behind a table. Unhurriedly, Horror took off his coat and wrapped it round his left arm; then they both picked up chairs and, holding the legs out like bulls' horns, they charged me from both sides. I made one ineffectual slash82 at an arm, and then the knife was knocked out of my hand and all I could do was to get back behind the counter.
Still holding the chair, Sluggsy came in after me and, while I stood facing him, with a plate in each hand, the thin man leaned swiftly across the counter and got hold of my hair. I hurled the plates sideways, but they only clattered away across the floor. And then my head was being bent down onto the counter top and Sluggsy was on me.
"Okay, Horror. Let her go. This is for me." I felt his powerful arms round me, crushing me, and his face was against mine, kissing me brutally83, while his hand went up to the zip at my neck and tore it right down to my waist.
And then came the sharp sound of the buzzer84 at the front door, and everyone froze.
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