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Rita’s eyes widened. The white of her eyes became large with the words and the pitiful, regretful sound of Rachel’s voice revealing her lack of resolve. Rachel stared into Rita’s scary eyes and for a moment felt woke from that which had led her to this moment. “We have been bewitched.”
“Bewitched. Hell.” In a threatening voice Rita said, “Maybe you would like to crawl into the boot of the car with Victor.”
Feeling a sickness in the pit of her stomach as she realized the insanity of the path on which Rita had led her, Rachel reached down deep into the depths of her soul for a strength to sound a bluster in her voice. “Maybe you would like for my husband to put your sorry *** in a south Georgia swamp filled with alligators. Do not forget who I am. Do not forget who my husband is.”
Rita smiled. “If it is within you to kill me–and I pray it is–then it is within you to kill Victor.” Rita argued, “Victor is evil. You can see it in his eyes. He turned Mark into a **********. Victor is like a Vampire commanding his bite victim to submit to his will, to hunger for that huge **** of his. And still Victor fancied it would be nice to **** Jossette with that big ****. We need to do the world this favor. We need to rid this world of Victor Duddley.”
Rachel tearfully looked down at her victim and realized a sympathy for him that she might never again feel for Rita, her accomplice. Rachel thought of Jossette. “My niece, my beloved niece. I love you and yet I do this cruelty to the love of your life. Victor, I am sorry.” Rachel shook her head and stared a look of contempt and damnation at Rita. “This deed I do this day I know will be my undoing. What power is it that you have that I feel commanded to do this even as I already regret this.” As she continued to stare angrily at Rita, Rachel slammed the boot closed. “For this insanity, this murder you have plotted, for this that you have made me your accomplice, your weapon, I will hate you. I personally will feed you to the alligators.”
Rita laughed. “No alligator is going to eat me for my ****** is too bitter in its frigidity. No alligator is going to eat me for my heart is too cold and the alligator should want the warmth of the sun. No *****. No alligator is going to want to eat me any more than there is any man who should want to love me. Now this is going to be our plan. We are going to drive Victor to Dick’s Junkyard. Such a fitting name to be Victor’s last resting place. There is a section where no one ever goes for parts or anything. There, the discarded vehicles are all rusted out. Some of the vehicles have a jungle growing through the broken windows and open doors. No one will find Victor there.”
