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Demon Seed

Demon Seed

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Autoren: Dean Koontz
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press the fourth when from the corner of his eye he became aware of Shenk crossing the porch.
    For a man of his years, Arling was quick to react. He dropped the cell phone and pulled shut the driver's door. He pressed the master lock switch, locking all four doors.
    Susan jerked on her restraints and screamed: “Proteus, no! You murderous son of a bitch! You bastard! No, stop it, no!”
    Susan needed a measure of discipline.
    I made this point earlier. I explained my reasoning, and you were, I believe, convinced of the fairness and logic of my position, as any thoughtful person would be.
    I had intended to use Shenk to discipline her. This was worrisome, of course, a risky proposition, because Shenk's sexual arousal during the disciplinary proceedings might make him difficult to control.
    Furthermore, I was loath to let Shenk touch her in any way that might be suggestive or to let him make obscene propositions to her, even if these things would terrify her and ensure her cooperation.
    She was my love, after all, not his.
    She was mine to touch in the intimate way that he longed to touch her.
    Mine to touch.
    Mine to caress when eventually I acquired hands of my own.
    Only mine.
    Consequently, it had occurred to me that Susan might be well disciplined merely by letting her see the atrocities of which Enos Shenk was capable. Watching the troll in action, at his worst, she would surely become more cooperative out of fear that I might turn him loose on her, set him free to do what he wanted. With this fear to keep her submissive, we could avoid the roughness I had planned for later, in the spirit of de Sade.
    Not that I would ever ever ever have turned Shenk loose on her. Never. Impossible.
    Yes, I admit that I would have used the brute to terrify Susan into submission if nothing else worked with her. But I would never have allowed him to savage her.
    You know this to be true.
    We all know this to be true.
    You are quite capable of recognizing the truth when you hear it, just as I am capable of speaking nothing else.
    Susan didn't know it to be true, however, which made her quite vulnerable to the threat of Shenk.
    So, as she lay riveted by the scene on the television, I said, “Now. Watch.”
    She stopped calling me names. Fell silent.
    Breathless. She was breathless.
    Her exceptional blue-grey eyes had never been so beautiful, as clear as rainwater.
    I watched her eyes even as I watched events unfold in the driveway.
    And Fritz Arling, reacting instantly to the sight of Shenk, tore open the black leather valise and snatched out a set of car keys.
    “Watch,” I told Susan. “Watch, watch.”
    Her eyes so wide. So blue. So grey. So clear.
    Shenk chopped the cleaver at the window in the front door on the passenger side. In his eagerness, he swung wildly and struck the door post instead.
    The hard clang of metal on metal reverberated through the warm summer air.
    Ringing like a bell, the cleaver slipped from Shenk's hand and fell to the driveway.
    Arling's hands were shaking, but he thrust the key into the ignition on the first try.
    Shrieking with frustration, Shenk scooped up the cleaver.
    The Honda engine roared to life.
    His strange sunken face contorted by rage, Shenk swung the cleaver again.
    Incredibly, the cutting edge of the steel blade skipped across the window. The glass was scored but not shattered.
    For the first time in half a minute, Susan blinked. Maybe hope fluttered through her.
    Frantically, Arling popped the hand brake and shifted the car into gear—
    —as Shenk swung the weapon yet again.
    The cleaver connected. The window in the passenger door burst with a boom like a shotgun blast, and tempered glass sprayed through the interior of the car.
    A flock of startled sparrows exploded out of a nearby ficus tree. The sky rattled with wings.
    Arling tramped hard on the accelerator, and the Honda leaped backward. He had mistakenly shifted into reverse.
    He should have kept going.
    He should have reversed as fast as possible to the end of the long driveway. Even though he would have had to drive while looking over his shoulder to avoid slamming into the thick boles of the old queen palms on both sides, he would have been moving far faster than Shenk could run. If he had rammed the gate with the back of the Honda, even at high speed, he probably would not have smashed his way through it, for it was a formidable wrought-iron barrier, but he would have twisted it and perhaps pried it part way open. Then he could

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