Chapter Thirty-seven
The silence that followed was deafening. Butch made them wait. The sweat erupted from Mickey’s pores. At any moment she expected hands to descend on her bruised arms and shoulders and, gripping her sallow flesh, force her down and pull her legs open for the first man.
She waited, her bowels slack, for what seemed an eternity. The absence of sight and sound severed every sensation, except the sensation of unmitigated fear, unbearable fear– claustrophobic fear. And then Lena screamed.
Mickey sagged under the realization. Butch had picked Lena.
There was the scrambling sound of feet trying to gain purchase and the clatter of utensils scattering across the floor. “Get her up,”Butch seethed, and Mickey thought of the galley table as she heard the smack of a bare body be
