The Resurrectionist (20 page)

Sarah moaned and wept as she endured the invasion of Dale’s oily little cock, his mouth biting and slobbering all over her breasts, hand groping savagely, mauling her flesh. When he withdrew his cock from within her and pointed it in her face ejaculating on her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. Sarah broke, weeping out loud. Dale continued fondling her breasts and
twisting her nipples until they turned purple while stroking his limp cock back to full erection.

“My dick may not be as big as your husband’s over there, but I’ve got stamina. I can fuck you all night.”

Dale was grinning at her, still stroking his diminutive pink penis, and Sarah wished that she didn’t have the gag over her mouth so she could have spit in his face. Sarah looked over at her husband. Dale’s semen had dribbled down her forehead and into her eyes, burning them and blurring her vision. She blinked it from her eyelashes and tried to focus on Josh’s face. There were tears streaming from his eyes. Sarah was both touched by his compassion and empathy and disgusted by his weakness. He could find the strength to beat up guys in bars and parking garages for insulting him but here was this piece of shit fucking her in front of him and Josh did nothing. Deep down she knew that it wasn’t fair to blame him. He’d still been asleep when Dale had clubbed him over the head with the hammer. He’d had no chance to defend himself or her. But she couldn’t help feeling like he should have been able to do something. Six hundred dollars’ worth of weight equipment in the garage, Josh could bench-press over 500 pounds and squat more than 700, but he couldn’t stop this waifish little geek from raping her.

“How does it feel, Big Man? How does it feel to watch another man fuck your pretty wife? I gotta hand it to you. You’ve got yourself one hell of a piece here. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. Oh, but don’t cry now. It ain’t over yet. I’m going to give you something to cry about. You think it was bad watching your wife get raped while you just sat and watched? Well, now I’m going to let you know exactly how she felt.” He turned back to look at Sarah. “And you’ll get to know
how he felt. You can sit there and watch while your big manly stud gets fucked in his ass.”

Josh really began to struggle now, twisting and rolling around on the bed as if trying to escape, kicking out his taped feet in Dale’s direction, trying to keep him away from him. Sarah couldn’t help but notice how much harder he fought for his own ass than he had fought for hers. Dale easily rolled her husband onto his stomach, cracking him with the pistol once more and then digging the barrel of the gun into his check to keep him quiet as Dale spit in the crack of Josh’s ass and then inserted his thumb. He fucked Josh in the ass with his thumb, then removed it and spit in his ass once more.

“You’re going to like this. My cock may not be as big as yours, but as tight as your ass is it should be just perfect for you.” Dale licked his palm and then used it to lubricate his cock. “Relax. You might enjoy it.”

Sarah closed her eyes and turned away as Dale eased his cock into Josh’s ass. She could hear Josh grunt and moan in pain and roar in outrage. Their eyes met and Sarah could see the shame and embarrassment in his eyes. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the sound of the rhythmic slap of Dale’s balls against Josh’s hairy, muscular ass and the squishing, wet burping sound of his cock plundering her husband’s rectum. Sarah began to scream when she heard Dale laugh. No matter what it takes, she had to kill him. She forced her eyes open and tried to focus on everything that was happening, trying to will herself to remember.

When Dale began to shake and quiver, ejaculating in her husband’s dilated rectum, Sarah forced herself to keep watching. She forced Dale’s grinning face into her memory, Josh’s agonized, shamed expression, the sound of flesh slapping flesh, the smells of sweat, blood,
and feces. She didn’t blink once even when Dale drew the knife across Josh’s throat and cut him from one side of his jaw to the other. Even when Dale withdrew his stubby penis covered with blood, semen, and excrement from her husband’s anus and came toward her baring the knife, still wet with Josh’s blood, Sarah did not look away. She looked Dale right in his eyes as he drove the point of the knife down between her breasts.

“See you again soon,” Dale whispered, grinning at her still as her heart stuttered in her chest and died.

Josh was already up, getting ready for work when Sarah awoke. It was dark outside. Sarah could see the full face of the moon beaming through her windows.

“I was gonna wake you before I left.”

“Do you have to go?”

“I probably should. We need the money. Do you have Detective Lassiter’s number with you?”

Sarah nodded toward the purse on the dresser.

“It’s in my purse.”

Josh began digging through her bag. He removed Sarah’s cell phone and the detective’s card.

“I’m going to program it into your phone. She’s number eleven on your speed dial. If anything happens just hit eleven. What about your gun?”

Sarah reached beneath her pillow and felt for the pistol.

“Got it right here.”

“Okay. Just stay awake with that gun where you can get to it and I’ll be home soon.”

“I can’t believe I slept that long. I didn’t even get to go for a run. Do you think we should check the camera?”

“We weren’t asleep very long. I seriously doubt anyone broke in here in broad daylight. The sun had just set when I woke up an hour ago.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll check it in the morning when we both wake up.”

Josh kissed her on the cheek and walked out the door.

“Josh, wait!”

Josh walked back into the bedroom.

“Do you think you can install that security bar before you leave?”

Josh took a quick peek at his watch and Sarah knew that he was calculating how long it would take him to drill the four holes it would take to install the bar and screw it into the metal door frame versus the time it would take him to get to work.

“Sure. I’ll take care of it.”

Sarah rose up on her tiptoes and kissed Josh on the cheek. She followed him as he walked into the garage to get the screw gun, a level, and a hacksaw, and then back to the rear slider door. It didn’t take Josh long to get the bar cut down to the right size and installed. Sarah felt a pang of guilt as she watched him work. They hadn’t had sex in days. He hadn’t mentioned it but she knew it must have been bothering him. Just a week ago she would have been begging him for a quickie before work rather than pestering him to install a lock on their door so no one could break in and rape and murder her. She couldn’t wait until they finally caught that fucker. Sarah couldn’t wait to get her life back.

She walked over to the cupboard and took down a tin of Colombian coffee. She pulled down the coffee filters and prepared a fresh pot. It was going to be a long night with Josh gone. There was no way she was going to allow herself to fall asleep without him.

“Okay, it’s all done. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Josh kissed her and headed swiftly for the door. Sarah knew that he was trying to leave before she asked him to do anything else or tried to get him to stay. As badly as she wanted to yell for him not to leave, she remained silent as he walked out the door. She peeked through the blinds and watched as Josh pulled the Saturn out of the garage. As he drove off down the block, Sarah turned her gaze toward the neighbor’s house. The blinds in the front room facing the street were swaying again. Someone had been there just moments ago, watching her, watching Josh leave, she was sure of it.

“That son of a bitch!”

Sarah ran upstairs and retrieved her gun from beneath the pillow. She checked the chamber and the clip as she ran back down the stairs. She ejected the clip into the palm of her hand and froze. It was empty. Sarah was positive that she had loaded it.

“Oh shit.”

She looked back down the stairs and then turned and looked back up the stairs at her open bedroom door. Sarah walked upstairs and back into the bedroom. She looked over at the VCR, then up at the smoke-alarm camera. Before she checked the tape she went into the closet and found the box of .40-caliber bullets and reloaded the clip. As she slid bullets into the gun, she checked the room for bullet holes. There were no holes except for the one in the door and the drywall from the week before.

Sarah’s hand trembled as she reached for the universal remote and turned on the TV. She pressed
PLAY
and then
REWIND
and watched in horror as Dale cleaned her bedroom in reverse. Sarah rewound the tape past the murder and then paused it at a scene that made her stomach lurch and heave: Dale raping Josh. She fast
forwarded and rewound it several times to be sure what she was seeing.

“Oh God. Oh God.”

She rewound the tape all the way to the end and then watched the entire thing at regular speed. She saw Dale ambush them both and club her and then Josh with the hammer. She watched him pull out a roll of duct tape and bind Josh’s wrists and arms before he regained consciousness and then do the same to Sarah. Then she saw him rape her and then Josh. The next part turned her blood to ice water. She watched Dale murder them, both of them; then she watched him wrap them both loosely in plastic that he had brought with him as he went about tidying up, scrubbing the floor and the wall behind the bed, wiping blood spatter from the nightstand, and then changing the sheets and the pillowcases. Sarah hadn’t even noticed that earlier when she had reached under the pillow for the gun. He had changed the pillowcases. The Kevlar pillowcase was gone. She watched him empty all the bullets from the gun and place it under the pillow and then he arranged Sarah and Josh next to each other in bed.

Seeing her own lifeless body bleeding out onto the plastic was surreal. How was this possible? How could she possibly be watching her own murder on video? It didn’t make sense. She looked down at her chest and there was no evidence of a wound. Just one small freckle she’d had for as long as she could remember. Other than that, her skin was smooth and unblemished. She continued watching the rest of the video.

She watched him struggle to lift Josh back onto the bed without the plastic slipping and spilling more blood onto the freshly cleaned bed and floor. Then she saw
him kneel over her. With the camera’s overhead angle she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. It looked like he was kissing her. Then she saw him begin removing the plastic from around her, once again being careful not to get any blood on the new sheets. That’s when she noticed that the wound in her chest was gone and she was breathing.

“What the fuck?”

Sarah rewound the tape. Sure enough there it was. One minute she’s dead and bleeding and the next she’s breathing. She let the tape play and watched as he did the same thing to Josh before gathering up the plastic and the duct tape and his knife and the hammer and slipping out the door. A few more minutes passed and she watched as Josh got up and began getting ready for work.

“This is impossible. This is fucking impossible!”

She had her evidence, the evidence she’d been waiting for, but evidence of what? Even looking at it on tape she couldn’t believe it.

“Because it’s not fucking possible!”

Sarah rewound the tape and watched it again, once again feeling nauseated and having to fast-forward past the video of Josh’s rape.

“My poor husband.” She wondered how she could ever let him see this. It would scar him for life. Then she watched the murders again, the cleanup, and then the resurrection. Dale had somehow brought them both back to life.

Sarah collapsed onto the floor and just sat there staring at the TV, not knowing what to do or whom to call. She knew she had to call Josh but she didn’t want him to see what she had seen. She knew that it would have destroyed him. She had to call the cops. But what
would they do with this? This didn’t make sense. Sarah picked up her cell phone and dialed eleven. Detective Lassiter picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Detective Lassiter?”

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“This is Sarah Lincoln.”

“Mrs. Lincoln?”

“Yeah.”

Sarah paused not knowing what to say.

“Is everything okay?”

“No. I mean…I don’t know. I’ve got something you need to see. I got it on tape…on video.”

“The rape?”

“Yes.” Sarah paused again. “And more.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Sarah hung up the phone and took a deep breath; then she dialed Josh’s number. He didn’t answer. After five rings his voice mail picked up. He must have already been on the casino floor.

“Uh…Josh. You need to call me back. It happened again. And…and I got in on video, all of it. It’s terrible. That sick bastard. It’s so terrible. And there’s more. I know why we can’t remember anything. I know why I thought he murdered me. He did. He murdered both of us. This is so crazy. Call me back. No. Just come home. Come home. I can’t explain this over the phone. You have to see it. I have to show you.”

Sarah hung up and sat down with the gun in her lap. She stared out the window at the house across the street trying hard to suppress the urge to walk over there and knock on Dale’s door and blow his fucking head off. It was harder than she ever could have imagined.

When the black Crown Victoria pulled up outside, Sarah was still holding the gun. At some point she had cocked it. She was aiming it at the neighbor’s door when the insistent ringing of the doorbell finally registered through her fugue. As she uncocked the pistol, Sarah had a moment to wonder what she would have done had Dale opened his front door and stepped outside. She imagined herself pulling the trigger again and again and watching tiny explosions of red blossom in his chest, abdomen, neck, and forehead as the tiny full-metal jackets tore holes in his flesh. The doorbell rang twice more accompanied by a fist pounding on the door before Sarah ran downstairs to let the detectives in.

“You okay? I was just about to kick the door down!” Detective Lassiter said as she stepped into the house and reholstered her weapon. Detective Torres still had his own Glock nine-millimeter clutched in his hands, eyeing her suspiciously before finally opening his sports jacket and slipping the gun back into its holster.