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Every Part Of You --
Part 4
by Cynthia Piromalli
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A concentration of foul odour gushed out from the second cool room in a shrill of freezing air. She peered into the darkness, groping at the side of the doorframe for a light switch to illuminate a sight she knew she did not want to see.
Various human body parts lay in the room, cut carefully from the bodies of once living creatures, now being formed to make one dead one, the pieces being put together like a macabre jigsaw puzzle on the floor.
She let the putrid air into her nostrils and her throat as she drew a huge breath for the scream of her life.
Before it could escape, a hand clasped over her mouth. She fought and kicked for her life, but he had her now in the strong grip of a desperate man - his secret found out, now even more determined to kill her for other reasons than for needing part of her corpse for his insane puzzle. He needed to silence her. Now.
Her screams and his yells blended into one throbbing sound as he dragged her outside into the yard and beyond it into the surrounding bush. It was becoming dark now, the last of the day's rays disappearing behind mammoth trees. All hope for her life seemed to dwindle with each step they took into the descending darkness.
He threw her on the ground and there she stayed, unwilling to move, fright paralysing her into a clump of tears, despair and exhaustion. She heard his voice above her.
"Goddamn it, you dig it yourself. I'll do it out here. You're starting to get too much for me. This had better not ruin anything. Jesus! I can't believe this ..." and then it became a blur. She didn't want to hear any more, didn't want to know anything, except for how the hell to get out, get away and get home.
She felt the hard slap of the back of his hand against the side of her head.
"DIG!"
She stood, took the shovel he pushed at her and numbly obeyed. She was aware of the smell of cigarette smoke and his mumbled, angry ravings. And as the heavy instrument plunged again and again into the earth at her command, she slowly, finally, became aware of the potential weapon in her hands. She kept half an eye on him and waited for him to turn his back.
He was down on the ground with one blow and she was too shocked at her triumph to move at first. He was almost back on his feet before she finally took off, running haphazardly through the trees.
© Cynthia M. Piromalli 2002
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