Коллекционер
Chapter 1
IntheendIgotthevanoutanddrovedowntothesea,realfast,Ididn’tcarewhathappened.
Icouldhavedoneanything.Icouldhavekilledher.AllIdidlaterwasbecauseofthatnight.
Itwasalmostlikeshewasstupid,plainstupid.Ofcourseshewasn’treally,itwasjustthatshedidn’tseehowtolovemeintherightway.Therewerealotofwaysshecouldhavepleasedme.
Shewaslikeallwomen,shehadaone-trackmind.
Ineverrespectedheragain.Itleftmeangryfordays.
BecauseIcoulddoit.
Thephotographs(thedayIgaveherthepad),Iusedtolookatthemsometimes.Icouldtakemytimewiththem.Theydidn’ttalkbackatme.
Thatwaswhatsheneverknew.
Well,Iwentdownthenextmorning,anditwaslikeitneverhappened.Shedidn’tsayawordaboutit,nordidI.Igotherbreakfast,shesaidshedidn’twantanythinginLewes,shewentoutinthecellartowalkabit,andthenIlockedherbackinandwentoff.ActuallyIhadasleep.
Thateveningitwasdifferent.
"Iwanttotalktoyou."
Yes,Isaid.
"I’vetriedeverything.There’sonlyonethingleftformetotry.I’mgoingtofastagain.Ishan’teatuntilyouletmego."
Thanksforthewarning,Isaid.
"Unless..."
Oh,sothere’sanunless,Isaid.
"Unlesswecometoanagreement."
Sheseemedtowait.Ihaven’theardityet,Isaid.
"I’mpreparedtoacceptthatyouwon’tletmegoatonce.ButI’mnotpreparedtostayanylongerdownhere.Iwanttobeaprisonerupstairs.
