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passenger interjected, taking another drag on his cigarette. “And he was screaming and screaming. But as Donny cut at the guy’s throat like it was a Christmas turkey, the screams turned into gargling and then whistling, and finally nothing. He was dead. His flesh was white, and his head was hanging off the spinal stem. Donny couldn’t quite manage to sever the cord. It was too tough, especially with that blade. So he ripped the head off, twisting it, and it popped off. There was so much blood. I felt a little sorry for the druggy guy, but he shouldn’t have agreed to come along.”
    “Yeah, drugs will cloud your judgment when it comes to who you get in a car with,” the driver said.
    “Exactly,” the passenger reiterated.
    Then they both turned their heads to face Demi. She was a mess. Her hair was covered in sweat, and her face was aching from her clenched jaw. The two men staring at her had smiles on their faces.
    “So what we’re saying is, if he did that to a guy he didn’t know, who for all intents and purposes hadn’t done anything to him, what do you think he’s going to do to you? The woman who killed his own fucking brother?” the driver asked, turning around again and parking up on a curb.
    “Rather you than me,” the passenger offered up as the engine died and both the passenger and the driver got out of the vehicle. They were at their destination. And Demi was expecting the worst.
    The door next to her opened, and the driver grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her out of the car.
    “I think it’s best if we don’t let Donny stew any longer. I’d rather keep my head, thanks,” he said, slamming the door shut and dragging her off to her demise.

Nine
     
    They had put something over her head. Whatever it was, it felt rough against her skin. She couldn’t see anything. Everything around her was pitch black. Not one glimmer of light was able to make its way through the fabric. She came to the conclusion that she was wearing a bag of some sorts. Maybe a knapsack. Possibly something else. But whatever it was, it wasn’t comfortable. She was attempting to feel her way about as she walked, but both the driver and the passenger of the car were escorting her someplace. They had her arms firmly interlocked between theirs. It was a strange sensation, but it certainly worked. They were able to overpower and maneuver her easily. She didn’t have any freedom of movement. Every stride she took was planned and acted out for her. The only thing she had control of was her thoughts; the rest of her was under siege by fear and panic.
    Sweat was dripping down her face. Her chin was getting dabs of the stuff as it dripped off her eyebrows and coated her nose and lips under the tight and stuffy knapsack she was wearing on her head. The sound of footsteps echoed under her. She was sure that they belonged to her and her captives. Two of them. For now.
    After a couple of minutes of walking and turning, which to her mind must have occurred in some sort of hallway, they came to a halt. The man on her left, whom she guessed to be the driver of the car, put his arm out in front of her. She crashed into it, chest first. Her breasts pressed up against his bony elbow and forearm. He held his arm out for a long while, as if he was attempting to get a feel of her chest or something. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed. Everything sounded raspy under her knapsack blindfold. She heard a faint giggle from the man on her right. He was the passenger. She recognized his smell. She could smell it from under her hood. They stood there for a while, and then suddenly the sound of an opening door and footsteps filled the room. The feet were heading their way. A slight tinge of anticipation surrounded all three of them. Even her captives were stunned into silence.
    She knew it could only mean one thing. Her boss, Donny the Hat, was there, and he was heading her way. She felt a cold rush of air hit her, and then milliseconds