Hearing her own voice speak in such an alien tone of groveling surrender brought her to her senses somewhat. She tried desperately to pull herself together and think. Robinson was still chasing the rat: he had no idea what Dennis was up to. Jeannie could hardly believe this was happening. They were in the heart of a state prison and she had an armed guard, yet she was at Dennis's mercy. How glibly she had thought, a few short hours ago, that she would give him a hard time if he attacked her! She began to tremble with fear.
Dennis jerked painfully on her hair, pulling up, and she shot to her feet.
"Please!" she said. Even as she spoke, she hated herself for begging in this humiliating way, but she was too terrified to stop. "I'll do anything!"
She felt his lips on her ear. "Take off your panties," he murmured.
She froze. She was ready to do whatever he wanted, no matter how shaming, in order to escape; but to take off her panties might be as dangerous as to defy him. She did not know what to do. She tried to see Robinson. He was out of her field of view, behind her, and she did not dare turn her head because of the knife next to her eye. However, she could hear him cursing the rat and swiping at it with his club, and it was evident he still had not seen what Dennis was doing.
"I don't have much time," Dennis murmured in a voice like an icy wind. "If I don't get what I want, you'll never see the sun shine again."
She believed him. She had just finished three hours of psychological interviews with him and she knew what he was like. He had no conscience: he was not capable of guilt or remorse. If she frustrated his wishes, he would maim her without hesitation.
But what would he do after she had taken off her panties? she thought desperately. Would he be satisfied and take the blade away from her face? Would he slash her anyway? Or would he want something more?
Why couldn't Robinson kill the damned rat?
"Quickly!" Dennis hissed.
What could be worse than blindness? "All right," she groaned.
She bent awkwardly, with Dennis still holding her hair and pointing the knife at her. Fumbling, she pulled up the skirt of her linen dress and pushed down her Kmart white cotton briefs. Dennis grunted, deep in his throat like a bear, as they dropped to her ankles. She felt ashamed, even though reason told her this was not her fault. Hurriedly she worked her dress back down, covering her nakedness. Then she stepped out of her panties and kicked them away across the gray plastic-tiled floor.
She felt dreadfully vulnerable.
Dennis released her, snatched up the panties, and pressed them to his face, breathing in, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Jeannie stared at him, aghast at this forced intimacy. Even though he was not touching her, she shuddered in disgust.
What would he do next?
Robinson's nightstick made a revolting, squashing sound. Jeannie turned and saw that at last he had struck the rat. His stick had smashed the rear half of its fat body, and there was a red smear across the gray plastic tiles. It could no longer run, but it was still alive, its eyes open and its body moving as it breathed. Robinson hit it again, smashing its head. It stopped moving and a gray slime seeped out of the crushed skull.
Jeannie looked back at Dennis. To her surprise he was sitting at the table, as he had all afternoon, looking as if he had never moved. He wore an innocent air. The knife and her panties had disappeared.
Was she out of danger? Was it all over?
Robinson was panting with exertion. He directed a suspicious glare at Dennis and said: "You didn't bring that vermin in here, Pinker, did you?"
"No, sir," Dennis said glibly.
Jeannie formed in her mind the words "Yes, he did!" But for some reason she did not say them.
Robinson went on: " 'Cause if I thought you done a thing like that, I would ..." The guard shot a sideways look at Jeannie and decided not to say exactly what he would do to Dennis. "I believe you know I'd make you regret it."
"Yes, sir."
Jeannie realized she was safe. But relief was followed immediately by anger. She stared at Dennis, outraged. Was he going to pretend that nothing had happened?