His right hand snatched the rags away from his trembling, failing left. He threw them into the corner and fell back on the mat, curling on himself like a lobster split live. He hugged himself and groaned, breathing hard, his tattoo brilliant in the harsh gym lights.
“I’VE NEVER SEEN A CHILD AS DISGUSTING AND DIRTY AS YOU. GO GET THEM.”
“aaaymah.”
“GET THEM.”
He padded from the room and returned with the Dragon’s teeth.
“PUT THEM IN YOUR PALMS. LOCK YOUR FINGERS AND SQUEEZE MY TEETH TOGETHER.”
Dolarhyde’s pectoral muscles bunched.
“YOU KNOW HOW THEY CAN SNAP. NOW HOLD THEM UNDER YOUR BELLY. HOLD YOURSELF BETWEEN THE TEETH.”
“no.”
“DO IT. . . . NOW LOOK.”
The teeth were beginning to hurt him. Spit and tears fell on his chest.
“mleadse.”
“YOU ARE OFFAL LEFT BEHIND IN THE BECOMING. YOU ARE OFFAL AND I WILL NAME YOU. YOU ARE CUNT FACE. SAY IT.”
“i am cunt face.” He occluded his nostrils with his lip to say the words.
“SOON I WILL BE CLEANSED OF YOU,” the Dragon said effortlessly. “WILL THAT BE GOOD?”
“good.”
“WHO WILL BE NEXT WHEN IT IS TIME?”
“mrs. . . . ehrman . . .”
Sharp pain shot through Dolarhyde, pain and terrible fear.
“I’LL TEAR IT OFF.”
“reba. reba. i’ll give you reba.” Already his speech was improving.
“YOU’LL GIVE ME NOTHING. SHE IS MINE. THEY ARE ALL MINE. REBA MCCLANE AND THEN THE SHERMANS.”
“reba and then the Shermans. the law will know.”
“I HAVE PROVIDED FOR THAT DAY. DO YOU DOUBT IT?”
“no.”
“WHO ARE YOU?”
“cunt face.”
“YOU MAY PUT AWAY MY TEETH. YOU PITIFUL WEAK HARELIP, YOU’D KEEP YOUR LITTLE BUDDY FROM ME, WOULD YOU? I’LL TEAR HER APART AND RUB THE PIECES IN YOUR UGLY FACE. I’LL HANG YOU WITH HER LARGE INTESTINE IF YOU OPPOSE ME. YOU KNOW I CAN. PUT THREE HUNDRED POUNDS ON THE BAR.”
Dolarhyde added the plates to the bar. He had never lifted as much as 280 until today.
“LIFT IT.”