8 Summersby (1/2)

Through this pain, she glided back from the past into the here and now, to the bottom of the strange cellar of Constantin Summersby. Unfortunately, the pain on her wrists did not diminish even in the present. The tie wraps still resisted machining with the blade and rubbed painfully at her sore skin. She would probably still work on those things when Summersby stood over her with a triumphant smile and blew out the light.

But in her crazy life she had learned that fate took an unexpected turn whenever one least expected it. Fate sometimes went strange ways. So the family of Jessica's murderer was the main reason why she was allowed to lead a life in freedom after less than a year after her arrest.

She remembered the trip to the police station well. A young Mexican policeman had sat next to her during the drive, looking at her with stealthy glances. Indifferent, she let go of his detailed pattern and tried to ignore the disgust in his eyes. The man just did his job. He did not care what drove her to the bestial act. Sam could hardly believe that she had so easily and brutally wiped out another's life.

At some point she closed her eyes and tried to empty her head and think of nothing. Scraps of conversation from the front of the car crowded into their meditative silence. She literally sensed more pairs of eyes looking at her, as if she were something slimy, crawling out of some cave and finding her way into the real world.

Defiant, she pushed her lower lip forward. Should they think what they wanted? The pig had forfeited his right to live as he brutally extinguished the light of her beloved Jessica.

From the passenger seat, she heard soft words. ”That's no mistake. Did you see what she did to him? No normal person is capable of doing that. He was so messed up ...” The man cleared his throat hoarsely.”... I almost did not recognize him. The boss will be crazy.”

He can not afford such a press shortly before the election.

The answer was probably the driver, because of Sam's neighbors was still no sound to hear.

”There will probably be no trial, as I judge the boss. He'll probably sink her with a nice concrete block on his feet in some lake when he's done with her. He does not understand fun with his family.” The speaker laughed shrilly. ”Hey lady, you could not have picked a more inappropriate victim for your scissors, you know that?”

Sam tried not to show emotion to the outside, but the grinding of her cheekbones told the attentive viewer that she nervously clenched her jaw.

What did the guy say? With his family he does not understand fun? She leaned her head back against the neck support of her seat, looking desperately at the dirty white ceiling of the car's interior trim. It is quite possible that the perverted pig was related to a policeman.

No, what had the driver answered? With his family, the boss does not understand fun. Shit, she had probably killed the favorite uncle of the police chief.

Their future prospects were not very rosy. The promised trial, which did not take place, also worried Sam very much. Desperately, she hid her face in her hands and took a deep breath. The handcuffs rang softly. She still smelled his blood and urine on her skin.