‘When you see him,’ she said, ‘Don’t miss.’ I nodded to her before turning into an alley which led around back of the theatre. I turned a co...ner, putting me behind the stage wall of the building, and saw Judas’ coated silhouette rounding the corner, about fifty yards away. I called his name, but he simply walked on, still propping the grenade launcher on his shoulder. As he walked, I heard him start to sing, in his own smooth tenor. ‘In hora mortis…mortis nostrae…’ I ran after him, listening to. First, you’re ungodly smart, but you hate school. Then you told me you were gay. Now, you like being tied up and whipped . . .’ ‘No whips,’ Torrie muttered. ‘They’re a little too dangerous, and they leave these marks . . .’ ‘NOT the point,’ Rachel said. ‘And I’ve seen you together, but I’ve never seen her ordering you around like that.’ ‘We have rules now. She wanted us to be a normal couple sometimes, so we came up with times and places that she can’t command me. And she wanted me to start. His approach was all that seemed available. He hesitated before telling his story, but over the next couple days as I recovered more strength, he told me all of it … maybe most of it.He was a killer, but he didn’t like the word or the implication. He wasn’t a hired gun, at least not a general for-gun. He worked for governments, very secret, very selective. He and others in the group did the work that the courts couldn’t get done on an international scale. His targets were all bad people, very. She then unshackled me, handcuffed my hands behind my back and put a spreader bar between my legs. She then put a collar and leash around my neck and pulled me out of the room. I slowly scuffled out hunched over because the humbler device made it impossible to stand up. Mistress Anne led me to a dark damp room, told me to kneel and tied the leash to a metal ring in the wall. She then slammed the door shut. I looked around the dimly lit room. It was dusty, damp with old newspapers and magazines.
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