made to ring the doorbell but
something made her change her mind: female instinct, if you will.
She tried the doorknob: the door opened. Inside, the lights all
seemed to be switched off.
“Robert?
Robert, it's me – Wendy.” She fumbled in the darkness as she made
her way through the hallway and into the kitchen. She almost
stumbled as she kicked something left carelessly in the middle of
the floor. Cursing to herself, she made her way to the living room.
As she entered the room, she felt the presence of another person – Robert must be in here . As she switched on the light, she
saw exactly who it was.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Wendy stood,
surprised but unsure what to make of the situation.
“Michael? What
are you doing here? Where's Robert? He called me a few minutes ago.
He sounded panicked. I don't know what's going on, Michael.”
“Oh, there's a
lot you don't know, Wend. I'm afraid Robert can't be here right
now, so you'll have to make do with me.”
“What's going
on, Michael?”
“Oh, come on,
Wend! Surely you must have worked it out by now! You and the great
Magnifico down there! But, just in case you haven't...”
The force of
Michael's fist jarred Wendy's head back, smashing the glass pane of
the photograph which hung on the wall behind her.
As far as she
was concerned, she had only blinked and suddenly she found herself
sat in Ludford's kitchen, her hands and legs tied to a wooden
chair.
“Nice of you to
rejoin us, Wend. As I was saying... Just in case you haven't worked
it out yet, I've brought along a few clues. Buzz in when you think
you know the answer! I give you, DS Knight, exhibit one!” With a
flourish, Michael pulled a pair of gloves from the inside of his
jacket pocket. “A little bit bloodstained, I grant you, but an
excellent clue nonetheless. Still no closer to the answer? Let's
try exhibit two!” With the grace of a game-show host and the
subtlety of a brick, Michael pulled a length of rope from the other
jacket pocket. “Now, the eagle-eyed amongst you will have noticed
that this is the same rope that you are tied to that chair with.
Not only that, but it's tied with a couple of very handy bowline
knots. The same rope, too, that was involved with one or two
murders which I believe you have been investigating. Is any of this
starting to ring a bell, Wend?”
Wendy nodded,
cautiously, trying to judge Michael's next move. She felt strangely
calm.
“Now, I would
have had an exhibit three but unfortunately someone seems to have a
certain bloodstained knife in their custody down at the police
station. Never mind – I'll move straight on to this week's star
prize!”
Wendy dared not
avert her gaze from straight-ahead as Michael walked behind her
chair and fumbled around on the floor before making his way back to
his original vantage point in front of the door.
“Recognise this , Wend?”
Wendy screamed
at the top of her lungs, the masking tape cutting into the sides of
her mouth as her body rocked and convulsed at the gruesome sight of
Robert Ludford's dismembered head swinging before her. Michael let
rip with an almost falsely maniacal laugh as Robert's death mask
dangled just inches in front of her face, suspended only by
Michael's grip on its hair. The glassy eyes stared through her as
the look of terror burnt itself on Wendy's vision.
“Say hello to
your sweetheart!” Michael, his menacing grin turning into a vicious
scowl, jumped forward and pushed his face and Ludford's death mask
in front of Wendy. “Do you want to fuck him now? Do you? I bet you
do, you little slut! I bet you'd still fuck him even now! You're
nothing but a cheap whore! The ultimate cheap whore!”
Michael released his grip on the red, sticky hair and the
bludgeoned head dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. A
strange thought went through Wendy's mind: Ouch! That'll
bruise!
“I bet you'd
still suck his cock too, wouldn't you Wend?”
Wendy shook her
head nervously, tears and
something made her change her mind: female instinct, if you will.
She tried the doorknob: the door opened. Inside, the lights all
seemed to be switched off.
“Robert?
Robert, it's me – Wendy.” She fumbled in the darkness as she made
her way through the hallway and into the kitchen. She almost
stumbled as she kicked something left carelessly in the middle of
the floor. Cursing to herself, she made her way to the living room.
As she entered the room, she felt the presence of another person – Robert must be in here . As she switched on the light, she
saw exactly who it was.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Wendy stood,
surprised but unsure what to make of the situation.
“Michael? What
are you doing here? Where's Robert? He called me a few minutes ago.
He sounded panicked. I don't know what's going on, Michael.”
“Oh, there's a
lot you don't know, Wend. I'm afraid Robert can't be here right
now, so you'll have to make do with me.”
“What's going
on, Michael?”
“Oh, come on,
Wend! Surely you must have worked it out by now! You and the great
Magnifico down there! But, just in case you haven't...”
The force of
Michael's fist jarred Wendy's head back, smashing the glass pane of
the photograph which hung on the wall behind her.
As far as she
was concerned, she had only blinked and suddenly she found herself
sat in Ludford's kitchen, her hands and legs tied to a wooden
chair.
“Nice of you to
rejoin us, Wend. As I was saying... Just in case you haven't worked
it out yet, I've brought along a few clues. Buzz in when you think
you know the answer! I give you, DS Knight, exhibit one!” With a
flourish, Michael pulled a pair of gloves from the inside of his
jacket pocket. “A little bit bloodstained, I grant you, but an
excellent clue nonetheless. Still no closer to the answer? Let's
try exhibit two!” With the grace of a game-show host and the
subtlety of a brick, Michael pulled a length of rope from the other
jacket pocket. “Now, the eagle-eyed amongst you will have noticed
that this is the same rope that you are tied to that chair with.
Not only that, but it's tied with a couple of very handy bowline
knots. The same rope, too, that was involved with one or two
murders which I believe you have been investigating. Is any of this
starting to ring a bell, Wend?”
Wendy nodded,
cautiously, trying to judge Michael's next move. She felt strangely
calm.
“Now, I would
have had an exhibit three but unfortunately someone seems to have a
certain bloodstained knife in their custody down at the police
station. Never mind – I'll move straight on to this week's star
prize!”
Wendy dared not
avert her gaze from straight-ahead as Michael walked behind her
chair and fumbled around on the floor before making his way back to
his original vantage point in front of the door.
“Recognise this , Wend?”
Wendy screamed
at the top of her lungs, the masking tape cutting into the sides of
her mouth as her body rocked and convulsed at the gruesome sight of
Robert Ludford's dismembered head swinging before her. Michael let
rip with an almost falsely maniacal laugh as Robert's death mask
dangled just inches in front of her face, suspended only by
Michael's grip on its hair. The glassy eyes stared through her as
the look of terror burnt itself on Wendy's vision.
“Say hello to
your sweetheart!” Michael, his menacing grin turning into a vicious
scowl, jumped forward and pushed his face and Ludford's death mask
in front of Wendy. “Do you want to fuck him now? Do you? I bet you
do, you little slut! I bet you'd still fuck him even now! You're
nothing but a cheap whore! The ultimate cheap whore!”
Michael released his grip on the red, sticky hair and the
bludgeoned head dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. A
strange thought went through Wendy's mind: Ouch! That'll
bruise!
“I bet you'd
still suck his cock too, wouldn't you Wend?”
Wendy shook her
head nervously, tears and
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