Curiosity Killed the Kat (11 page)

When my feet were tightly bound he unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down to my knees. Roughly sticking his index finger deep inside of me.

Sandra turned her head away with a moan, but I could do nothing but sit in silence while Steven finger fucked me as Charlie watched hungrily. I knew he was doing it to humiliate me, so I bit my lip hard to stop the tears from falling and forced myself to stare straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of me.

With every painful thrust of his finger inside of me I thought of how much I hated him, and by the time he
finally
stopped my vision was blurred with fury.

“She liked that Steven,” Charlie told him, his voice rough with lust. “I could see how wet she was from here.”

“I don’t know Charlie,” Steven answered coldly. “She’s been better. I’ll let you give her a try when we get there.”

I could hear them talking and hear the horrific words he was saying but my brain had turned off and I felt almost calm, as if this was happening to someone else and not to me. Beside me I could feel Sandra trembling with terror, beyond tears, just shaking uncontrollably. I couldn’t move to comfort her; all I could do was sit in silence, waiting with a faraway sense of dread for the car to stop.

After what seemed like hours we pulled off the road into the parking lot of a cheap motel. I’d never seen it before and I had no idea where we were. The parking lot looked empty, ours was the only car parked in front of a room near the back, far away from the tiny office. Steven went in to pay and get keys while Charlie held us in the car with the gun.

When he returned, Steven opened the motel room door and Charlie
roughly
pulled Sandra out of the car toward the room
and locked me in the car alone
.

When he disappeared into the room and shut the door I started hammering on the car windows with my bound hands. I prayed someone from the motel office would hear me and come outside to investigate. It was a long shot, I knew that, but I was terrified of what might happen to us inside that dirty motel room if someone didn’t help us soon.

Frantically I raised my feet and kicked wildly at the window, hoping to shatter it so I could get out or scream for help. I kicked with all my strength but the window stayed firmly in place. No one
came to help.

A few moments later, the motel room door opened and Steven came out looking grim. He was sweaty and breathing heavily and I saw blood on his shirt.

When he opened the car door and started to reach in for me I pushed myself against the far door and screamed.

He just looked at me and said, “Katherine, there’s no one around to hear you. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I’m sorry but you brought this on yourself.”

With that cold statement he reached in and grabbed my ankle and yanked hard. He was strong and I slid towards him. Even though I knew it was useless I instinctively held on to the door handle and tried to kick him away. There was a part of me that thought I might be saved if I could hang on long enough for someone to come by; while another part of me was just tired and scared and needed this to be over, no matter how it was going to end.

Steven saw that I was determined to put up a fight, so he came around to the other door and opened it so he could hit my knuckles hard with his fists. After that, it was no use, I let go of the handle and allowed myself to be hauled out of the backseat, determined to face whatever punishment he had waiting for me inside.

He marched me into the darkened room and the first thing I saw
was a large bundle on the floor, wrapped in what looked like the comforter from the bed
. I
mmediately I
looked around for Sandra and when I didn’t see her, I felt my knees buckle under me.
I knew it before they told me,
Sandra was wrapped in the bla
nket; they had killed her. All my planning and bravery was for nothing; it was over, they had won.

“No, no, no Katherine. Don’t faint on me honey. You’re not leaving us yet. We haven’t even begun to punish you.” Steven said, lifting me off the floor and onto the bed.

I curled into myself and lay where he had dropped me. I felt more broken and numb than I had ever felt. I hadn’t been able to protect Sandra. She would never see her friends or her parents again. She might still be alive if I hadn’t forced her to run away from Charlie’s house. I should have called the police in Boston.
I should have realized that my perfect marriage was a perfect lie, and
seen Steven for the monster he was
before he had a chance to hurt anyone else. I didn’t care if he killed me too. I wanted him too. I didn’t feel like I deserved to live.

“
Steven, let me give it a go, okay?” Charlie said with a sickening glint in his eye.

I just lay there unmoving. I didn’t care what happened to me anymore. Sandra was dead. I’d failed.

“No, she’s my wife and I want to have her one last time,” Steven told him.

“
Fine, but you better hurry.
Bob is going to meet us
at the Garcia’s at 8pm
.” Charlie said with a glance at Sandra’s body, “and we still need to deal with all of this.”

Steven just ignored him and stared down at me. I met his gaze with a blank look. Nothing he could do to me could make me feel worse than I did right now. I was a shell and he could see it as he looked closely at me.

He pushed me onto my back and taking a knife from the nightstand he roughly cut the tape that bound my arms and legs.

“Hey!” Charlie yelled, ‘what are you doing Steven?”

“She’s not going anywhere.” He told him. “Can’
t you see it? The fight’s left her. It’s almost not even worth playing with her.”

Still, I didn’t rise to the challenge. I knew I should fight and scream and try to run out the door. But, for what? My mother was dead. Sandra was dead, and I had no proof of anything they had done to take to the police. I had no money, no friends, nowhere to go. I just wanted to die.

“Kill me,” I whispered to Steven.

“What?” He asked.

“Just kill me.” I said louder.

“You heard her Steven,” Charlie said from his across the room, “let’s get this over with and get back to Boston.”

Steven’s eyes looked both sad and angry as he looked down at me where I lay.

“Katherine…” he started to say.

“Fuck you.” I told him.

He just looked at me quizzically.

“Fuck you,” I said again, “just do what you brought me here to do
.”

I saw a look come over his face that I’ve never seen before and he brought his hands up to my
neck
. With an expression that looked almost loving, he put his fingers around my throat and started to squeeze as he stare
d
into my eyes.

I didn’t fight him; I didn’t move. I just stared back at him and let him squeeze until his hands felt like a vise around my throat. I couldn’t breathe and my vision
was blurred and red
, yet I could still hear Charlie urging him on
and Steven’s harsh panting as he pressed down on my throat. Finally, my ears started to ring, everything went black, and mercifully I slipped out of consciousness and onto a cloud.

When I came to I was in the trunk of a car. I could feel the rough road we were on and the rocky terrain was throwing me from side to side. I was wrapped from head to foot in what felt like a blanket. It covered my head and body so tightly that I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I could feel something or someone next to me and I knew that Sandra’s body was with me. I sent out a silent wish that she was in heaven and happy now. The last thing I remembered was Steven’s hands around my neck and I wondered why I was still alive and hadn’t yet joined her in the afterlife.

Suddenly I could feel the car turning off the road and the speed slowed down. We lurched and bumped across a long expanse of what sounded like gravel
before we stopped abruptly. When the engine turned off the silence was deafening. I was afraid to breathe or even move for fear they would hear me.

After a few minutes I heard the doors open and slam behind them. I could hear the muffled voices of Steven and Charlie. It sounded like they were arguing about throwing our bodies in the water or burying us in the ground. I didn’t know what had happened, but they obviously thought I was dead. I lay perfectly still, willing them not to realize that I was still alive.

I heard them walking around the car and suddenly the trunk was open
. Through the thick, musty smell of the old comforter, I
could feel the cool night air against my face. I kept my eyes closed and tried to take shallow breaths even though I longed to try and tear the blanket
off me
and take deep cleansing breaths of the
fresh air. I didn’t move; I hardly dared to swallow.

Someone, Steven or Charlie, wrapped their arms around my waist and hauled me out of the trunk. I heard someone grunting with exertion as they carried Sandra’s body behind us. In the distance I could hear the soft lapping of water against the shore and all around us was the fresh smell of trees. I thought we must be in a park somewhere or on the shore. I didn’t know how far we’d driven since I’d passed out, but I thought it must be far away since I couldn’t make out any traffic sounds or hear anything that sounded like people lived nearby.

“This is good,” Steven said from behind me.

Charlie dropped me to the ground and I bit my tongue to keep from crying out as the wind was knocked out of me. Luckily the sound of a motor boat in the distance had distracted them because my gasp of pain sounded like a roar to my ears.

“What is that?” Charlie asked startled.

“Oh shit, I don’t know. There’s never anyone around here this late,” Steven answered him.

I could sense them standing still above me. Neither one of them moved or spoke again as they listened to the drone of the boat engine fading into the distance.

“What the fuck are we going to do with these?” Charlie asked Steven from above my head.

“Let’s just leave them, we’ve got to go.” Steven answered frantically.

“We can’t leave them out in the open like this. We need some time before anyone finds them.”

“Who cares Charlie, we’ve got to go. I can hear that boat coming back this way. We don’t have time to deal with this.” Steven whispered fiercely.

“Fine, fine, fine. At least let’s put them behind this tree and throw some branches or something over them.” Charlie answered.

I felt myself being dragged across the rough ground and I was grateful for the thickness of the blanket. I had to remind myself not to tense at the sound of Steven’s breath in my ear as he strained to drag me toward the tree.

When he found a secluded spot he dropped me again and my head banged against a stump. My eyes filled with tears and my head rang with pain but I kept my lips pressed tightly together and didn’t utter a sound. I heard another dull crashing noise and assumed they’d dropped Sandra’s body next to me. For a moment the only sound was of their panting from the exertion of dragging and trying to hide two bodies. I hoped they’d both drop dead of a heart attack.

Then I could sense Steven beside me. I could smell the scent he always wore and his heavy breathing sounded familiar in my ear. He put his lips close to my head and whispered, “Goodbye Katherine. Wherever you are I hope you understand that your sacrifice was necessary. I’ll be President someday. I know you’d understand that I didn’t have a choice.”

Shocked and disgusted I could feel him standing up and walking away. I heard
the doors open and shut as they got into the car, and the dull glow of the headlights shown behind my eyelids. The car backed up and the tires squealed as they pulled away. For a few minutes I could hear the engine getting farther and farther away and then everything was quiet. I was alone with Sandra’s body and I couldn’t move a muscle.

A surge of hatred rose within me and filled my mouth. It tasted like the aftershave that Steven wore and smelled like revenge. A vision rose up in front of my eyes of Steven and Charlie begging for mercy and I felt myself smile. It felt alien on my face, but filled me with a dark sense of glee. I had to live. I had to hold on to reality in time for someone to find me because for the first time in my life, I had a purpose. I was going to kill my husband and his partner. I was going to get justice for Sandra and Sana and for myself.

To get the revenge I deserved a
ll I had to do was live.

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