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I sit on an upturned blue beer crate, wearing a pair of white latex gloves. I doodle in black pen on a small notepad: a giant rabbit fighting a horse.
Randall murmurs. Starts to come around. The black eye I gave him swallowing an entire socket.
I had to give the guy a few sedatives. Forced 'em down him the first time he woke up.
Lucky for me, he had a bunch of them in his bottom kitchen drawer. One of those designer kitchens with the big fancy mixer taps and black marble tops. A nice place he's got. But we're here in the garage. Me on the crate. Him strung up by the neck by a length of yellow electrical wire.
I tied the wire to one of three steel beams that run sideways under the ceiling. Each beam has a line of holes drilled in for hanging hooks and whatever else. Very handy for s
