cb.coldheart canyon-第37节
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〃The answer to what？〃
〃Have I spied on you while your bandages were being changed？ No I haven't。〃
〃Good。〃 He took a deep breath； wanting to direct the conversation away from talk of what was behind his mask。 〃Go back to the game；〃 he said。
〃Where was I？〃
〃Riding the lucky sonofabitch。〃
〃Horses。 Dogs。 Monkeys。 Men make good animals。 Women too sometimes。〃
〃Women got to play？〃
〃Not in here。 I'm very old…fashioned about things like that。 In Romania a woman never played cards。〃
〃Romania。 That's where you're from？〃
〃Yes。 A little village called Ravbac； where I don't think any woman had ever had pleasure with a man。〃
〃Is that why you left？〃
〃One of many reasons。 I ran away when I was barely twelve。 Came to this country when I was fifteen。 Made my first picture a year later。〃
〃What was it called？〃
〃I don't want to talk about it。 It's forgotten。〃
〃So finish telling me…〃
〃…about riding the men。 What else is there to say？ It was the best game in the world。 Especially for an exhibitionist； like myself。 You too。〃
〃What about me？〃
〃You've done it in front of people。 Surely。 Don't tell me you haven't。 I won't believe you。〃
What the hell？ This woman had him all figured out。 Pinned。 Like a butterfly。 There didn't seem to be much purpose in denying it。
〃Yes； I've had a few public moments at private parties。〃
〃Are you good？〃
〃It depends on the girl。〃
She smiled。 〃I think you'd be wonderful； with the right audience；〃 she said。
Her hand dropped from his cheek； and she started to walk back across the room； weaving between imaginary obstacles as she picked up her erotic tale。
〃Some nights； I would simply walk naked amongst the tables while the men played。 They weren't allowed to look at me。 If they looked； I would thrash them。 And I mean thrash。 I had a whip for that。 I still have it。 The Teroarea。 The Terror。 So。。。that was one of the rules。 No looking at the prize； no matter what it did to tempt them。〃 She laughed。 〃You can imagine； I had a hundred ways。 Once I had a little bell； hooked through the hood of my clitoris。 Tinkling as I walked。 Somebody looked； I remember。 And oh they suffered。〃
She was at the mantelpiece now； reaching up and under the fireplace and took a long； silver…handled switch from its hiding place。 She tested it on the air； and it whined like a vengeful mosquito。 〃This is the Teroarea。 I had it made by a man in Paris； who specialized in such things。 My name is chased into the handle。〃 She passed her thumb over the letters： 〃Katya Lupescu； it says。 Actually it says more。 It says： 'This is her instrument； to make fools suffer。' I regret having that written there； really。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because a man who takes pleasure in being given pain is not a fool。 He's simply following his instincts。 Where's the foolishness in that？〃
〃You're big on pleasure；〃 Todd said。
She didn't seem to understand what he meant； she cocked her head； puzzled。
〃You talk about it a lot。〃
〃Twice I've mentioned it；〃 she said。 〃But it's been in my mind a little more than that。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Don't be coy；〃 she said； a little sternly。 〃Or I'll beat you。〃
〃I might not like that。〃
〃Oh； you would。〃
〃Really。。。〃 he said； with just a touch of anxiety in his voice。 He could not imagine having that thing； her Terror； give him pleasure； however expertly it was wielded。
〃It can be gentle； if I want it to be。〃
〃That？〃 he said。 〃Gentle？〃
〃Oh yes。〃 She made a scooping motion with her free hand。 If I have a man's sex in my palm； here。〃 He got an instant； and uncannily sharp picture of what she had in mind。 Her victim on all fours； and that scooping motion of hers； the taking up of his cock and balls； ready for her。 pletely vulnerable； pletely humiliated。 He'd never let a woman do anything like that to him； however much she promised it was to give him pleasure。
〃I can see you're not convinced；〃 she said； 〃even when I don't have your face to look at。 So you'll just have to take it on trust。 I could touch men with this and they'd shoot like sixteen…year…olds。 Even Valentino。〃
〃Valentino？〃
〃And he was queer。〃
〃Rudolph Valentino？〃
〃Yes。 You didn't know he was that way？〃
〃No； it's just。。。he's been dead a long time。〃
〃Yes； it was sad to lose him so quickly；〃 she said。
She obviously had no difficulty agreeing with him about how long the Great Lover had been deceased； even though it made nonsense of her story。
〃We had a great party for him； out on the lawn； two weeks after he'd been taken from us。〃 She turned away from him and laid the switch back on the mantelpiece。 〃I know you don't believe a word of what I've told you。 You've done the mathematics； and none of it's remotely possible。〃 She leaned on the mantelpiece； her chin on the heel of her hand。 〃What have you decided？ That I'm some kind of trespasser？ A little sexually deranged but essentially harmless？〃
〃I suppose something like that。〃
〃Hmm。〃 She mused on this for a moment。 Then she said： 〃You'll change your mind； eventually。 But there's no hurry。 I've waited a long time for this。〃
〃This？〃
〃You。 Us。〃
She left the thought there to puzzle him a moment； then she turned； the dusting of melancholy that had crept into her voice over the course of the last few exchanges brushed away。 She was bright again； gleaming with harmless trouble…making。
〃Have you ever done it with a man？〃
〃Oh； Jesus。〃
〃So you have！〃
He was caught。 There was no use denying it。
〃Only。。。twice。 Or three times。〃
〃You can't remember。〃
〃Okay； three times。〃
〃Was it good？〃
〃I'll never do it again； so I guess that's your answer。〃
〃Why are you so sure？〃
〃There's some things you can be that sure of；〃 he said。 Then； a little less confidently； 〃Aren't there？〃
〃Even men who aren't queer imagine other men sometimes。 Yes？〃
〃Well。。。〃
〃Perhaps you're the exception to the rule。 Perhaps you're the one the Canyon isn't going to touch。〃 She started to walk back towards him。 〃But don't be too certain。 It takes the pleasure out of things。 Maybe you should let a woman take charge for a while。〃
〃Are we talking about sex？〃
〃Valentino swore he only liked men； but as soon as I took charge。。。〃
〃Don't tell me。 He was like a naughty schoolboy。〃
〃No。 Like a baby。〃 Her hand went to her breast； and she squeezed it； catching the nipple in the groove between her thumb and forefinger； as though to proffer it for Todd to suckle。
He knew it wasn't smart to show too much emotion to the woman。 If there was some genuine streak of derangement in her； it would only empower her more。 But he couldn't help himself。 He took half a step backwards； aware that the trenches of his mouth were suddenly running with spit at the thought of her nipple in his mouth。
〃You shouldn't let your mind get between you and what your body wants；〃 she said。 She took her hand from her breast。 The nipple stood hard beneath the light fabric。
〃I know what my body wants。〃
〃Really？〃 she said； sounding genuinely surprised at the claim。 〃You know what it wants deep down？ All the way down to the very darkest place？〃
He didn't reply。
She reached out and took gentle hold of his hand。 Her fingers were cold and dry； his were clammy。
〃What are you afraid of？〃 she said。 〃Not me； surely。〃
〃I'm not afraid；〃 he said。
〃Then e to me；〃 she told him； softly。 〃I'll find out what you want。〃 He let her draw him closer to her； let her hands move up over his chest towards his face。
〃You're a big man；〃 she murmured。
Her fingers were at his neck now。 Whatever she was promising about discovering his desires； he knew what she wanted； she wanted to see his face。 And though there was a part of his mind that resisted the idea； there was a greater part that wanted her to see him； for better or worse。 He let her hands go up to his jawline； let her fingers rest on the adhesive tape that held the mask of gauze against his wound。
〃May I。。。？〃 she asked him。
〃Is this what you came here to do？〃
She made a small； totally ambiguous smile。 Then she pulled at the tape。 It came away with a gentle tug。 He felt the gauze loosen。 He stared down into her face； wondering…in this long moment before it was done and beyond saving…if she would reject him when she saw the scars and the swelling。 A scene from that same silent horror movie he'd seen in his mind's eye many times since Burrows had done his brutal work； flickered in his head： Katya as the appalled heroine； reeling away in disgust at what her curiosity had uncovered。 He the monster； enraged at her revulsion and murderous in his self…contempt。
It was too late to stop it now。 She was pulling at the gauze； coaxing it away from the hurts it concealed。
He felt the cool air upon his wounds； and cooler still； her scrutiny。 The gauze dropped to the floor between them。 He stood there before her； more naked than he'd ever been in his life…even in nightmares of nakedness； more naked…awaiting judgment。
She wasn't horrified。 She wasn't screaming； wasn't flinching。 She simply looked at him； without any interpretable expression on her face。
〃Well？〃 he said。
〃He made a mess of you； no doubt about that。 But it'
