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Cold. Hard. Metal. That’s the first thing Deb could remember - being pressed to it, packaged like meat. Wrapped tight… but she couldn’t even try to struggle. She could barely breathe, and with all her might not even the tips of her toes twitched.
Fuck, she couldn’t even open her eyes. Like sleep paralysis on steroids… and the monster, she knew, was somewhere. Was he out of the room, or was he being quiet? Was he looming over her right now, knife in hand, ready to drain her dry? A screwed up shitbag like Rudy probably wouldn't miss a chance to gloat first… but maybe he’d had his fill playing fiance on the boat.
Maybe the knife was coming.
Any.
Second.
Now.
…
Fuck. Fuck! She could feel the blood beating in her neck, but still she couldn’t move a muscle. Just open your eyes, Deb. Just get your eyes open, come on, she can’t stand not knowing, if she’s gonna die please god just let her see it coming-
A door shuts. Deb hears footsteps, and there’s no relief in knowing where he is; there’s only terror, and the coldness of the gurney seeping into her bones. She knows the voice that speaks next.
“I prepared her just the way you like.”
It’s funny. You’d think Rudy would sound different somehow, doing something like this. But he might as well be discussing dinner plans after she came home from work. The ring on her finger; everything in her wants to tear it off-
“This time, we’ll do it together.”
And the words take a moment to sink in.
She heard it now. A second set of footsteps.
Another presence circling the gurney.
She knows the voice that speaks next.