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    another word Angel didn‟t understand. “Daddy, it‟s me, Angel,” he whispered.
    He took out the scalpel, shot out the blade, and began to saw at the thick
    electrical tape that was bound repeatedly around Daddy‟s ankles, layer upon layer
    of it.
    “Angel?” His voice was hoarse and cracked. Yet despite the dryness of his
    throat, his incredulity was plain. “Boy?”
    “I‟m here, Daddy.” Angel crawled toward his face. “I‟m almost done with your
    ankles. It‟s a good job you keep your scalpels so sharp. There‟s at least eight layers
    of tape.” He finished the job and began to pull the tape.
    “No,” Daddy moaned. His skin was coming away with the tape, it had been on
    so long. Angel left it in place and began on his wrists. The tape would need to be
    soaked off.
    “Angel, get me water.”
    Angel looked about and saw a cracked cup on the floor. He filled it at the filthy
    sink and held it to Daddy‟s mouth while he drank quickly, gulping and spluttering.
    Then again Angel began to saw at the tape until Daddy‟s wrists were free. Instead
    of bringing his arms around to the front, Daddy remained in position as if he
    couldn‟t move them. “I‟m so stiff it will take me a minute.”
    “You can do it, Daddy. Be brave.”
    He began to work on the tape holding Daddy‟s knees together, sawing at it
    until his arm ached. At last it was done and Angel pulled the cell phone from his
    pocket. He opened it and called Mattie while he looked around for Daddy‟s clothes.
    They sat in a heap on the floor, but there was no sign of his black leather shoes. He
    picked up the clothes and brought them to where Daddy was still struggling to move
    his arms and sit up. “Mattie,” Angel whispered. “He‟s in the basement. You know,
    the cellar. Yes, he‟s alive but he‟s a mess. He can hardly move he‟s so beat-up. The
    windows and doors are all alarmed like I said.”
    “Boy! Ange!” Dudek‟s voice carried down the stairs. Angel snapped the phone
    shut and handed it to Daddy. “Try to get your clothes on. Your shoes aren‟t here. I‟m
    going back upstairs so Dudek isn‟t suspicious. The little girl is asleep in the next
    room.”
    “Boy!”
    Angel ran up the stairs. “Sorry. I lay down and almost fell asleep.”
    “Upstairs.”
    Dudek pushed him upstairs ahead of him and into a bedroom at the front of
    the house. The bed was unmade, and the room smelled of sex. A used condom had

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    been thrown on the floor by the last occupant, spilling its contents. Dudek pulled a
    tube of K-Y from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed. He began to remove his
    clothes. Angel watched, not knowing what to do and afraid to make a move without
    orders. He needed to form a plan, but his mind was blank. Daddy was alive but
    weak and beat-up, and he had no weapons. How the hell were they going to get out
    of this mess?
    Naked, his pale body bony and hairy, Dudek got on the bed on his hands and
    knees. “Drop your pants and fuck me. No condom.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Angel panicked. He‟d never fucked another man, and he knew he would never
    get an erection for this toad. From his pocket, he took the scalpel and positioned it
    in his hand. Shaking, he fiddled with the zipper on his jeans.
    “Come on. Now!” Dudek yelled. He spread his thighs, showing his hairy ball
    sac and erect cock.
    Finally managing to work the zipper, Angel lowered it and pulled his pants
    down to his knees. Awkwardly he shuffled onto the bed behind Dudek‟s ass,
    pressing his groin against the pale, pimply buttocks.
    “What are you doing? Get your cock in and fuck me hard.”
    “Yes, sir. Sorry. I‟ve never fucked a man before.” Angel gripped his cock with
    his right hand, applying some friction, but it remained small and limp. The
    atmosphere, the smell, and the ugly man before him all coalesced to make the
    consummation impossible. Taking a long breath to steady himself, Angel leaned
    down, pressing his belly onto the man‟s back.
    “Get your cock in.” Aroused and becoming frustrated at the delay, Dudek‟s
    voice was hoarse with anticipation.
    With his forefinger, Angel found the exterior jugular vein and, without pause
    to consider, pressed the release button on the scalpel. The blade shot out, cutting
    deep into the vein. Dudek let out a cry and began clutching at his neck and bucking
    in an attempt to throw Angel off his back. Angel threw his full weight on the man‟s
    back as he