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Bobby laughed as he stuck his key in the lock and turned the handle.

9:32 p.m.

Tammy sat in the dark waiting.

She’d seen the headlights come in and she watched the truck park in the driveway. A pickup. Eldon was driving and he had another guy with him.

She pulled out her gun, made sure it was ready to fire and stood next to the wall near the front door.

Eldon was talking to his friend about her while he was getting the door open, and Tammy didn’t like what she heard.

He called me a nightmare. That can’t be right. He loves me.

Bobby opened the door and let Ray walk in ahead of him. The lights flicked on…

Bang.

Ray dropped onto the pine floor, his lifeblood leaching into the polished wood.

Bobby stared at Tammy not quite believing he was seeing her standing in front of him with a gun pointing at him. “Close the door and turn off the lights.”

“You shot Ray, you crazy, crazy girl. I’ve got to get him to a doctor.”

“Too late for that, Eldon. He’s dead.”

Tammy swung her gun hard and hit Eldon on the side of the head. He hit the floor next to his friend.

Out cold.

Chapter Seven

Saturday, July 6th.

Prescott’s Cabin. Sicamous. B.C.

6:30 a.m.

Bobby’s arms ached and the pain woke him up. Took him a minute to realize where he was and what had happened to him the night before when he walked into his cabin.

He tugged on his arms and his wrists were chained to the head of the bed. Vague memories of Tammy raping him several times. She hit him a lot too. Slapped his face and called him names for leaving her in the bayou.

Best move he’d made.

Punched him several times where his gut was still sore and tender from the gunshot wound. He figured he’d have bruises from the bitch pounding on him.

His body was sore—aching sore—and he needed to move around and change position to lessen the pain.

His brain wandered to Ray and a picture flashed through Bobby’s head. Tammy shot Ray as they came in the front door. She’d been standing inside the door with a gun in her hand. The bitch was as crazy as a loon, and he had to get away from her. He tugged harder on the cuffs, and they clunked against the bed frame.

Bobby winced hoping the noise didn’t wake her up, but that was a false hope.

Tammy opened her eyes. “Morning, Eldon. I hope you slept well, sweetheart.”

“How could I sleep with my arms pinned up above my head like this, Tammy? It hurts. Everything hurts. Undo the cuffs. Come on, Tammy. Please.”

She rolled over and rubbed her hand over his package. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to set you free, Eldon. Whining isn’t going to cut it. You have to show me how much you love me.”

“I can’t do better right now, Tammy. I’m not in the mood for sex with the bitch who’s holding me prisoner, for chrissakes. Use your head. How can I make love to you when you’re making me hate you?”

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