Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Ididn’tgetthechloroformwhichwasinadrawer,speedwasthething.Sheturnedandscratchedandclawedatme,stillscreaming,butIwasn’tinthemoodtobegentle,Ibeatdownherarmsandgotmyhandoverhermouth.Shetoreatitandbitandkicked,butIwasinapanicbythen.Igotherroundtheshouldersandpulledherwherethedrawerwaswiththeplasticbox.Shesawwhatitwas,shetriedtotwistaway,herheadsidetoside,butIgotthepadoutandletherhaveit.Allthetimelistening,ofcourse.Andwatchingthelog,itwassmoulderingbadly,theroomwasfullofsmoke.Well,soonasshewasundergoodandproper,Ilethergoandwentandputthefireout,Ipouredthewaterfromavaseoverit.Ihadtoactreallyfast,IdecidedtogetherdownwhileIhadtime,whichIdid,laidheronherbed,thenupstairsagaintomakesurethefirewasreallyoutandnooneabout.
Iopenedthefrontdoorverycasual,therewasnoonethere,soitwasO.K.
Well,thenIwentdownagain.
Shewasstillout,onthebed.Shelookedasight,thedressalloffoneshoulder.Idon’tknowwhatitwas,itgotmeexcited,itgavemeideas,seeingherlyingthererightout.ItwaslikeI’dshowedwhowasreallythemaster.Thedresswasrightoffhershoulder,Icouldseethetopofonestocking.
