Chapter 19

I want to DO something. I want to kill somebody. That’s not an unreasonable request, is it? Not just anybody, just the ones that killed Jenny. That’s all. I am going crazy in here. Rooms without windows, just a sliver of light from the roof — that’s all the daylight we’ve got. Yesterday was a day of connection. Today we disconnected in the worst way. Drew and Isis had not come out of their room all day. Sometimes we heard sounds from there that frightened me. But I was under strict orders from Isis not to come into their room no matter what happened.

Aislinn was busy at her laptop all day. I think she started yesterday evening, and every time I had looked in their room, she was busy behind the screen. Kia was in that room, on the bed. She had found a crochet hook and wool and was busy with that. Joyce made tender love to me, and most of the day I stayed in bed, trying to get well enough to be ready to face whatever came next.

At 16:00 in the afternoon, Aislinn came knocking on our door. “You might want to see the news.” She said.

“I get depressed from seeing all that misery,” I said.

“Not from this news, you won’t. Come on. Trust me.” She was already gone. I got up. That’s nice about being nude; you don’t have to dress after you come from bed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are standing here outside our local University and six members of the arrest team of the police have entered the building. Rumours say there is a connection between this arrest and the brutal murder that took place a couple of days ago, where a young invalid woman was murdered. They are coming out now. Two men seem to have been taken into custody, both in handcuffs.”

Aislinn pressed the remote, and the TV went blank. One of them is Professor Bas Pelzer; the second is Leo Arandaf.

Wait, wait, wait. I will go get Drew and Isis. They need to know as well. Aislinn nodded.

I knocked on their door.

“Don’t come in.” I heard Isis’s muffled voice.

“I have to; I have important news I should tell...”

Perhaps I should have stayed outside. Drew was fucking Isis in the ass, and in his hands was his belt that he clearly had used on Isis’ glorious tits. But they didn’t look glorious now. They were as red as a lobster. Not the result of one beating, I thought. Everywhere on her body were marks of his teeth to be found, as if all those scars from the glass weren’t enough. If her tits were red, it was nothing compared to her ass. All those grunts and sounds were explained without a word.