The Hard Bounce - страница 47
A soft knock sounds. The camera pans over to the door, the lens passing over the windows. Heavy black curtains cover the glass.
“Come in,” the masked man says.
I listened for anything familiar in the speech pattern. Snake’s voice was a low baritone with a slight touch of local accent. Quincy, maybe? Beyond that, nothing.
A girl walks in the door.
Not Cassie. This one’s around the same age, though. Too young. Way too fucking young.
She’s tiny, blonde, and scared. Wide ears poke out from under her hair, making her look like a frightened mouse. A low chewing sound.
For a moment, I was afraid the DVD player was starting to fritz. Then I realized the sound was coming from the teeth grinding inside my head. If we didn’t get this over with soon, I was going to need that twenty-five grand to buy myself a nice pair of dental crowns.
“Are you here for your lesson?” Snake says.
“Y-Yes,” the girl replies, badly acting her part. “I’ve been very bad.”
Snake stands up and walks over to the girl. He strokes her face with a disturbingly gentle tenderness. Then he balls his fingers tightly in her hair, yanks her head back, and flings her across the room onto the bed. The girl mewls in pain and fear as Snake backhands her. He kneels over the kid, straddling her chest, and tears her shirt open. The camera zooms in on her terrified face, as though her fear is the most important thing caught on the film.
I looked away, unable to watch anymore. The contents of my stomach had churned into rotting cottage cheese.
All I heard was one more heart-wrenching word. “No.”
Junior slowly rocked back and forth in his chair. His eyes never left the screen. “Shut it off,” he said in a monotone. “There’s nothing more to see on this one.” I guess Junior forgot he had the remote clutched in his hand.
I stood up to hit the stop button. My finger shook and missed it the first time. I closed my eyes and pressed the button carefully. If I missed a second time, I was going to shut it off with my fist. “I didn’t see anything. You?” My voice was as flat as his.
Junior shook his head. “Put another one in.”
“Junior, this guy’s careful. There were curtains up over the windows. He wore a mask. There’s nothing on the goddamn discs.”
“Put another one in. We don’t know there’s nothing on the other ones. We gotta look.”
I took a deep breath, and I switched the discs. They felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each. I hit the play button again. The second disc didn’t open with a cryptic attempt at a storyline.
The picture kicks right in to Snake, still masked, spanking a girl with a large paddle. She’s on all fours, freely offering her backside to Snake’s blows. The girl’s a bit older-maybe even legal. The action goes a little beyond typical S &M. She’s not just receiving a playful tapping on the ass. Thin lines of blood run from huge red welts on the back of her thighs. The girl moans orgasmically with every blow.
We watched until we were sure there was nothing on that DVD either.
We started the third. From the get-go, the feel of the video was different.
Snake stands on one side of the door, shuffling back and forth like a kid who has to pee. He seems excited, eager to begin the scene. Cassandra opens the door.
My throat closed.
She’s wearing the same clothes as when I first saw her at The Cellar. Her bright red hair sticks to her scalp, as though she’s been caught in the rain.
I’d been stuck in the same rain. “This was shot the same day,” I said.
“Same day as what?” Junior asked.
Snake pounces from behind the door. He smacks Cassandra hard enough to send her sprawling onto the curtains. The camera follows her. She screams.
Junior and I both leapt to our feet, reacting to the violence in real time.
“Motherfucker,” Junior muttered.
Snake grabs a fistful of hair. He says, “You’ve been a bad girl, Cassie.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
“You need to learn a lesson.” He cracks her another one, still gripping her hair. Cassandra’s head snaps around and she swoons, stunned from the blow. Snake easily tosses her onto the bed.