“Yes. Yes, that’s exactly it. He said it often enough. Said he bought me. I was his. He tried to have me, and this time, I’d had enough.” His voice rose; his face flushed. “I fought him. He was bigger than me, stronger than me. But I fought him. He couldn’t get what he wanted, and he hit me, attacked me. He was going to beat me into submitting to him!”
Jarrett wondered how true any of this was or if Marc was trying to gain Jarrett’s sympathy. More likely they just had a row, and Marc snapped after months of being stuck here forced into each other’s company. He didn’t challenge the story, though. Let Marc go on.
“I didn’t let him. Not this time. I…The knife. It was right there. I picked it up, and then…he was dead.”
“All that stuff on the tapes about him being ill…”
“Nobody would have b
