“Yeah, that was a shame,” Doug broke in casually. “Didn’t mean to kill the fucker, just meant to put an arrow in his arm or shoulder. Better take more shooting lessons.” He clucked. “Well, at least he died fast. And they’ll never find his body down there. It’ll probably get eaten.” His laugh was guttural. “Maybe by one of those mountain lions you were always worried about.”
“Doug, I know you’re going to kill me but leave Marian alone, please,” Bob said.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill her,” Doug said. “Not yet anyway. I have to fuck her first.”
“What?” Marian’s voice was faint, incredulous.
“Goddamn you,” Bob said. “Let me fight you hand to hand. I know you’d rather kill me that way than—”
“Oh, I’m sick of you,” Doug said disgustedly. “I’m going to blow your fucking brains out right now.”
He moved toward Bob, the shotgun barrel extended.
“No!” Marian lunged for him and grabbed the shotgun barrel. “Don’t!”
Doug backhanded her across the face, and with a cry of pain, she staggered to her left and fell on the floor. Doug came close to Bob and pressed the end of the shotgun barrel against his forehead. “Bye, bye, Bobby,” he said. Bob closed his eyes, heart pounding. Marian screamed. Bob’s mind pleaded, Please watch over her!
The loud click of the shotgun trigger made him twitch, then open his eyes to stare at Doug, a blank expression on his face.
Doug threw back his head with a piercing laugh.
“Fooled ya, didn’t I?” he said. “I only had one shell left. Lucky shot I hit the Bronco tire.”
Bob stared at him wondering if it was truly possible to hate anyone as much as he hated Doug.
“You monster,” Marian said in a shaking voice. “You god damned monster.”
Doug grinned. “I love you too. Strip down.”
She stood up slowly, looking at him as though she hadn’t heard what he said.
“Strip down, baby,” Doug ordered her. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“No, you’re not,” she said.
“Oh, no?” Doug’s smile vanished and he slung aside the shotgun. Pulling the golak from his belt, he turned toward Bob. “No!” she cried, blocking his way.
He slammed his right arm against her, gasping at the pain in his shoulder as she lurched to the side, fighting to remain on her feet.
Reaching Bob, he yanked back his head by pulling at his hair. He pressed the golak blade against Bob’s throat. “Take your choice, babe,” he said, his tone coldly merciless. “Either strip or watch me hack your hubby’s throat to the spine.”
“No, don’t!” she begged. “All right, all right.”
Doug let go of Bob’s hair with a thin smile. “Isn’t she accommodating, Bobby?” He looked at Bob with hooded eyes. “Didn’t want to kill you anyway. Want you to watch. Watch me shove my cock right up into her hot cunt. N’est-çe pas?” he added, laughing at his humor.
Bob couldn’t speak. If only he could attack Doug, golak or no golak. But he was still dazed and weak. He considered standing quickly, and trying to hit Doug with the chair but knew it wouldn’t work, Doug would be too fast, able to sidestep easily. Then what? Hack open Bob’s throat right away? He shook his head involuntarily. He had to wait for a better chance. He couldn’t leave Marian alone with Doug.
Doug had placed another of the kitchen chairs facing the one he was in, putting it next to the table. He lay the golak on the table and unbuckling his trousers, dropped them to the floor, then dropped his underpants. “Ooh, lookie, Marian. He’s getting hard already, dying to get buried in your sultry snatch, Hey, that’s like poetry, aren’t you impressed?”
Marian had only taken off her jeans and unbuttoned her blouse.
“Goddamn it, I said strip!” Doug told her savagely. “I want you naked, understand. Completely naked.”
Marian looked over at Bob with a pleading expression.
“Marian, he’s going to kill me anyway, don’t let him do this to you,” he said.
“Goddamn it, I am going to cut your fucking throat right now!” Doug said, infuriated.
“No!” she cried. “I’ll strip.”
Doug grinned at her, teeth bared. “Now that’s a good girl. Do it fast. I want to see all of you.”
Moving quickly, Marian removed her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Reaching back, she unhooked her brassiere and dropped it beside the blouse. Doug groaned. “Look at those luscious tits,” he said. “Why couldn’t Nicole have had a pair like that? I’m going to suck them dry.”
“Doug, goddamn it, please don’t do this!” Bob cried out in anguish.
“Don’t do it? Are you crazy, man? I’m going to do it ’til she screams.”
Marian took off her pants and dropped them. “Nice and bushy,” Doug said. His face grew suddenly angry. “The fucking shoes and socks, I said naked!” he told her.
Bending over, she quickly untied the laces of her Reeboks and pushed them off, pulled at her socks. “Ooh, ooh, ooh, look at that ass,” Doug said, staring at her. “That comes second.”
Marian stood on the floor, immobile, shivering. Bob closed his eyes, then opened them again. He couldn’t watch this. But he had to. No. He couldn’t.
“Open your eyes, Bobby boy,” Doug told him. “This show is for you.”
“Oh, God, but I despise you,” Bob said, through clenching teeth.
“Oh, dear, dear, dear. How unspiritual. I thought you loved all mankind.”
Despite his semiconscious condition Bob tried to stand, his face a mask of hatred.
“Wouldn’t do that, Bobby boy,” Doug warned. “Unless you want to see the golak sticking out through Marian’s chest.”
Bob sank down on the chair, shaking his head, struggling to regain consciousness. I can’t let this happen, he thought. I have to stop it.
Doug sat down on the other kitchen chair and shook off the logs of his trousers. Leaning back, he spread his legs apart.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap now, little girl,” Doug told her. “Don’t straddle me, sit with your back to me, I want hubby to see you getting fucked by a real man, not some pussy who keeps babbling about afterlife and reincarnation and all that stupid shit.”
Marian avoided Bob’s eyes, her expression one of agonized shame.
“That’s it, sit on Daddy’s cock. A little more. A little more. Ooh, your wife is all wet, Bobby boy,” he said mockingly. “She’s just dying to—”
Abruptly Marian lurched back, knocking Doug off balance so the chair began to fall. Before it hit the floor, Marian was on her feet, grabbing for the golak.
With a snarl of rage, Doug twisted around to get up. By then, Marian had the handle of the golak gripped in her right hand. She slashed down violently at Doug’s back, in her desperate rage only managing to hit the edge of his left shoulder. Doug cried out in astonished pain.
Marian tried to pull the golak loose, but the blade was stuck in Doug’s shoulder. She looked around with a groan of desperation, then suddenly rushed toward the front door. Bob’s mouth fell open. “Marian,” he called, unable to believe that she was leaving him. He struggled to his feet, an incredulous look on his face.
Doug was stumbling around the room now, making sounds of animal pain, trying to reach the golak. Every time he turned Bob saw blood running down his back. If he gets the golak… he thought, still stunned by Marian’s deserting him.