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Gina heard the sound of the drums growing fainter. She could feel the cool night air upon her skin, the cold sand squishing between her toes. Her mind was still muddy. Gina had to shield her eyes from the bright Tiki torches now coming in to view. She was extremely sensitive to light.
He guided her up the porch steps in a hurry.
Gina nearly stumbled several times.
He was pulling too hard on her arm.
“Slow down, Tony…”
He did.
They went indoors.
The dim lights hurt her eyes less. She tried to focus. The room kept spinning.
There was another voice, “Hey, what are you doing in here? You’re missing the party.”
“That crazy shit’s not my style,” he said. “What about you, why are you still up here?”
To Gina, Tony sounded strange, impatient and irritated.
Someone else entered the room. A third voice asked, “Is that who I think it is?”
He let out a frustrated sigh. “Is it just the two of you then?”
“Tony?” Gina asked. “What’s going on? Who are-”
There was laughter. One asked, “You’re kidding right? Is that who she thinks-”
“Be quiet!” he hissed.
“Maybe we all better head down to the beach.” The second voice sounded serious. “Maybe Malcolm needs to know what happened to his stripper.”
There was an uncomfortable pause.
“Don’t do that,” he said. Reluctantly he suggested, “Why don’t you two join me. There’s plenty to go around.”
Silence.
“Tony, what’s going on? I need to lie down. My head’s killing me.” Gina tried to focus again.
“Come on!” he whispered, pleading with the other two. “She’s already bought and paid for. Malcolm won’t mind.”
Uneasy laughter was followed by reluctant agreement.
Gina was moving again. She could hear the others following behind.
A slamming door.
He laid her on a bed that was spinning wildly in her mind.
“Hey, maybe this isn’t a good idea,” the serious one said. “She’s all fucked-up.”
Someone opened her robe. Gina felt a rough hand on her breast. She imagined it was Tony’s hand and welcomed it with a moan.
“Sounds like an invitation to me,” said the third voice.
She heard Tony laugh.
Serious again, “She doesn’t even know who you are, man! She thinks you’re this Tony guy, Gerald!”
Gerald! Gina tried to move. “Wait… stop! Who the fuck-”
“Shhh,” Gerald said, covering her mouth with a forced kiss.
Gina bit his lip.
“Get off me asshole!” she shouted.
“Fuc-king-bitch!” Gerald shouted. He backhanded her across the mouth.
Gina lay still, stunned by the blow.
“Whoa, Gerald! I didn’t agree to this!” the serious one said.
Gerald was still staring down at her. “Fucking whore,” he muttered. Spit flew from his mouth. His face filled with rage.
“Gerald?” The third voice advised, “Maybe we should just get out of here-”
“Hold her arms down. Now! Or I swear to God, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you both right where you stand!” he shouted.
Third voice placed his vodka glass on the floor and reluctantly held her arms down.
“Come here,” Gerald commanded the serious one.
“What?”
“Do it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“I… I won’t.”
“Do it right now. Or you won’t leave this room alive.”
Serious saw a crazy look in Gerald’s eyes.
Gina’s eyes went wide with horror as she was violated. She tried to move, she tried to scream.
Gerald punched her in the mouth.
She laid still.
When the serious one was finished, Gerald made him trade places with the other.
Gina was still reeling from the blow to the mouth when she was assaulted again.
Gerald said, “You tell a fucking soul about this, you both go down with me. Understand?”
The others nodded shamefully.
“Now, get the fuck out of here!”
They left.
Gerald got up and locked the door.
He walked over to a dresser, opened it, and removed a set of handcuffs. He was familiar with this room.
Gerald roughly flipped Gina on her stomach and handcuffed her hands behind her back.
“Now, you’re going to get what’s coming to you, whore!” he hissed. “Fucking, dirty whore!”
Gerald pulled down his pants and aggressively invaded her from behind.
Gina couldn’t stop screaming.
“How do you like them apples, bitch!” he shouted as he emptied his fluid rage into her. Gina no longer existed, there was only Janet. When he’d brought the others in here it was always the same… it was always that bitch he thought of.
Gina fell into a dark, dark place before Gerald’s anger subsided.
He finally removed himself from her torn up lower half, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. Only then did he consider that he might have killed the stripper.
There was a moment of fear, followed by cold indifference.
If she dies, she dies, he thought.
Gerald had never let his anger get so out of hand. In the past, the girls he seduced at Malcolm’s parties had all been willing participants, being either too drunk, too stoned or just too damn horny to realize what they were getting in to. They would wake the next morning with little to no memory of the night before, let alone who they slept with, and they went their way, too embarrassed to speak up or cursing themselves for getting so wasted.
But this whore had resisted, causing Gerald’s anger to flare up and resort to violence. He had never hurt the previous girls this bad—never had a reason to. They were all like his stupid wife, so eager to please, so eager to bend to his all-powerful might. And he rode them all, branding them with each thrust, marking his conquests and stealing their dignity by reducing them to inner ashes.
But not this one… and she paid for her defiance.
Gerald was vaguely aware of the sound of keys rattling on the other side of the door. He began to feel something he’d never felt before, a strange sensation that went well beyond his rage; a foreign sensation.
“Gerald?” Malcolm said from the open doorway.
The serious one stood beside him. Fearing for Gina’s life (and for any further implications beyond rape) he and the other attacker had gone down to the beach to get Malcolm.
“Gerald Schuler, what have you fucking done?” Malcolm tried to reach Gina, but Gerald stopped him by grabbing his arm.
“Leave her be,” he said absently. “I’m… I’m not done with her yet.”
Gerald couldn’t explain it, but the odd sensation that possessed him made him tremble fiercely. There was a new hunger burning within him. It went beyond penetrating flesh… it longed for the flesh itself, stealing over him like a tidal wave until he was consumed by it.
Gerald became completely still as the new hunger destroyed him faster than he was destroying Gina.
“Gerald… what the hell is wrong with you. You look… ill.” Malcolm watched in horror as his house guest changed.
“Get Gina out of here,” he told Serious. “I’ve got a mess to clean-” Malcolm felt Gerald’s grip on his arm increase. He looked back at the lawyer. “That hurts! Let go.”
Gerald turned to look at him.
“What’s wrong with his eyes?” Serious asked.
The thing, once called Gerald Schuler, lunged toward Malcolm.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Malcolm tried to back away but Gerald would not let go of his arm. “Gerald?” he whispered, staring into the yellow-eyed beast before him.
Gerald let loose a guttural sound before tearing a large piece of Hathaway’s arm off with his teeth.
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