Endurance - Jack Kilborn [99]
Letti nodded her thanks. Then she cupped her hands to the side of her mouth and yelled, “Kelly!”
Mal and Deb joined in. They yelled and yelled and yelled into the woods until their voices were raw.
The woods didn’t answer.
Maria woke up when her cell door opened. She’d spent the last few hours lying on the dirt floor, drifting in and out of troubled sleep. Because she anticipated what was coming, she’d been weighing the pros and cons of suicide. But even if she had a way to end her own life, Maria ultimately knew she wouldn’t take it.
I’m a fighter. I’m going to fight to the very end.
Maria looked up as Harry and Eleanor entered. Harry had a cattle prod. Eleanor had a shotgun.
“It’s punishment time,” Eleanor said. She was wearing another one of her ridiculous Jackie O style outfits, with a matching pink hat, and appeared positively jubilant. “You’ve caused quite a bit of trouble, little missy. It’s gonna take years for us to recover. But us Roosevelts are survivors. We’ll make do. Unlike this fella.”
Eleanor tossed something at her. Something brown and squarish.
A wallet.
If it were possible for Maria’s heart to sink even lower, it did. She reached for it, hands shaking, and flipped it open, seeing Felix’s driver’s licence picture staring back at her.
“Ronald et’ him up. That was all he left.”
The tears came, fast and hard.
“Millard’s gone out after your brother. Should be bringin’ him back soon. You know those fellas spent a whole year lookin’ for you? Year of their lives, just to find your sorry soul. What a waste.”
Harry bent down to grab her, giggling wetly. Slobber and snot ran out the triangular hole in his face. Maria backed away, and got the cattle prod jammed into her ribs for her resistence. She doubled over, falling to her knees.
“Now y’all are gonna walk nice and quiet like a proper lady, or Harry is gonna break your knees and carry you.”
Do I want to be complicit in this? Maybe I should let him break my knees.
No. What’s coming is horrible enough.
Maria stood up. She walked, stoically, out of her cell, through the hall. The room with the thalidomide boxes was littered with the bodies of Eleanor’s children. It smelled like blood, offal, and shit. Swarms of buzzing flies hung in the air like a black cloud. Maria stared at the faces of the dead, recognizing each of her tormentors, but found no joy or peace in their destruction.
They got what they deserved. But it won’t bring Felix back, and it won’t save me.
At the thought of Felix, she began to cry again.
They led Maria up the ladder, and through the house, where even more of the dead were strewn about. She marched up the stairs slowly, as if she were on her way to the gallows.
But this is even worse than a hangman’s noose.
Maria was frightened. More frightened than she’d been any time in the last year. Of all the horrible things they’d done to her, this would be the worst. But she refused to show Eleanor any fear. She wouldn’t beg. She wouldn’t bargain or plead. When the time came, she’d spit right in that bitch’s face.
Finally, they reached the third floor. Maria saw the long chains, with the cuffs, attached to the metal banister.
Strappado.
They were going to attach the chains to her arms, then drop her twenty feet. It would dislocate her shoulders, arms, and wrists, tearing muscles, ripping tendons. Maria remembered when they did this to poor Larry, Sue’s husband. He screamed for weeks afterward.
“I’m thinking of a number from one to ten,” Eleanor said, her bug eyes glinting. “Guess what it is?”
Maria said nothing, refusing to play Eleanor’s sick game.
“It’s ten,” Eleanor said. “That’s how many times we’re going to drop you. You’re a thin girl, so it shouldn’t be fatal. But I bet dollars to donuts that after the second drop, y’all will wish it was.”
Maria cleared her throat, and hocked a good one right into Eleanor’s eyes.
Eleanor pawed at her face, wiping the spit away. “Let’s make it eleven,” she said. “Harry, put the chains on her.”
The harelip stuck his tongue through his nostril hole and nodded. Maria made