“Jeez,” Munch said. “Give me a break. I went to a lot of trouble to get you here. The least you could do is cooperate.”
“I could cooperate better if you uncuffed me.”
“I don’t trust you. Last time, you kicked me in the nuts.”
“I wouldn’t do that this time.”
“Wulf would be mad at me. He told me not to do that.”
“How are you going to do everything if I’m attached to this chair? A lot of my best parts are inaccessible.”
“Wulf already thought of that. He said I should have fun with you like this, and then when I want to do something different, like some of the everything stuff, I should get the two men outside to help me.”
I felt all the blood drain from my head, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
“That would be rape,” I said.
“You could think of it like it’s a science experiment,” Munch said. “And like those two guys are lab techs.”
“If you unlocked the restraints around my ankles, you could pull my pants off,” I said to him. “It would be okay because my hands would still be cuffed behind my back on this chair.”
Munch thought about it. “I’d like to pull your pants off,” he said. “It’s going to be hard to cut through the denim with these scissors.”
“I’m wearing a thong,” I told him.
“Okay,” he said. “But you have to promise not to kick me.”
“I promise.”
Munch unlocked the ankle cuffs and returned the key to the counter. He reached for the snap on my jeans, and I kicked him in the nuts. He went to his knees, his eyes bulged out of his head, and he crashed onto his face.
“If you so much as squeak, I’ll kick you again,” I said.
I stood and worked my arms up the chair back. Once I was free of the chair, I took the key off the counter and unlocked the cuffs. Munch was curled into a fetal position, the sweat soaking through his Star Trek shirt, his breathing labored.
I needed a place to stash him. The bathroom was no good. I couldn’t lock the door from the outside. Broom closet? Wouldn’t fit. Coat closet? No lock. Cellar door? Yes! The cellar would be perfect. I grabbed the back of his shirt, dragged him moaning to the cellar door, and shoved him down the stairs. Bump, bump, bump, bump. I locked the cellar door and crept around the house looking out windows. The two uniforms were in front of the house, laughing and talking, sitting on leftover cement blocks.
I tiptoed out the back door off the kitchen and quietly disappeared into the woods. My heart was pounding so loud I was afraid the guards might hear it in the front of the house. I had no idea where I was going. The Pine Barrens were huge, and if I walked in the wrong direction, I could walk for days and never see a road or a human being or hut. Problem was, I didn’t know the right direction from the wrong direction. I would walk a little and then stop and listen. Sooner or later, Wulf would discover Munch in the cellar, and he’d set out to find me. I walked for an hour and came to an ATV path that turned into a dirt road. I followed the dirt road, and in twenty minutes, I was on a two-?lane paved road.
I looked at my cell phone. Still no reception. It was five-?thirty p.m. and twilight. I saw a pickup truck in the distance, heading in my direction. I could hear the broken muffler a mile away. The truck was a wreck. Not something I could see Wulf owning. I stepped into the road and flagged the truck down.
“I need a ride,” I told the driver. “My car broke down on the dirt road. I need to make a phone call.”
“There’s a gas station and con ve nience store at the crossroads,” he said. “I could take you there. There’s a phone inside the con ve nience store you could use.”
I climbed into the truck. “That would be great. I really appreciate it. I’m Stephanie.”
“Elmer.”
He was in his late sixties. His hair was gray and thinning on top. He was wearing a plaid shirt, a navy quilted vest, and khakis. There was a thick layer of dust inside and outside the truck. The floor was littered with fast-?food wrappers, and the upholstery reeked of smoke. Not that I was going to judge. I was happy to have a ride.
“What road are we on?” I asked him.
“This is Banger Road. The gas station’s at the corner of Banger and Marbury. I guess you’re not from around here.”
“I’m from Trenton. I was visiting a friend, and I got lost.”
“Easy to get lost here. The gas station is just up ahead.”