They stayed up all that night doing drugs and talking about Ioni. At one point in the early morning hours, Ioni pinned Andrew to the floor and started digging at his throat with her short fingernails. Raber ordered her to stop and she calmly resumed her quiet, unmoving position on the sofa.
“I forgot about that part,” Andrew said, sitting up and rubbing the raw spot on his neck.
“What part?” Raber asked, shaken.
“You"re safe from her,” Andrew answered. “You made her. But I"m not safe, not yet. Did you keep the hanging rope, like I told you to?”
“Yeah,” Raber answered.
“Go get it,” Andrew ordered, resuming his seat next to Ioni, keeping a wary eye on her.
Raber ran out to his car and pulled the rope pieces from the trunk, doing as he was told, without hesitation.
“Good, now cut off
