Chapter 44

The man who had brought Susan here to rape her and kill her was choking. His hands which might have been used to otherwise beat her body into submission flew up to his throat in panic and thinking that he was dying. And he was not wrong to think so. His fingers were desperately trying to insert themselves under the metal links of the chain but they had been buried too tightly. Coldly, Susan watched him fighting for his breath which could not enter the windpipe. She felt his feet and legs hammering on the bed. He opened his mouth but no words emerged. She pulled the chain a fraction tighter and his face was changing colour. The hammering of the legs and the feet ceased. His hands which had been clawing at the chain, fell to his sides. He was very still.

Susan still held on. To be sure. His body had slumped, lifeless on hers.

She eased herself from beneath him after lifting the chain. She rubbed her hand