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Then his voice turned rough and dirty as he added: “But it’s them big ol’ milky titties I wanna see.”
    Candace closed her eyes. She was resigned to the fact that she was going to be raped by the two men. She would let them have their way with her so long as they did nothing to harm the baby in her womb. What choice did she have? If she tried to fight them off, they would respond with violence and probably injure the fetus her body had been nurturing for eight months. She could not let that happen. The old chauvinistic slogan popped into her mind:
If you’re about to be raped, you might as well relax and enjoy it
. She wouldn’t enjoy it, but she knew she had to do her best to relax. She could even pretend to enjoy it if it would keep her unborn infant from harm. She could get medical treatment afterward, including treatment for VD if necessary. Brad would probably have a harder time dealing with it than she would, but they could deal with it. The main thing now was to get out of this with as little injury to herself as possible and
no
injury to the baby.
    “Raise your arms over your head, honey,” said Woofer.
    She did. He pulled off her top. She kept her eyes closed. The bell boomed above.
    When the cold steel of the knife’s blade touched the flesh between her breasts, she opened her eyes. Shades sawed through the thin cotton of her brassiere and her swollen breasts fell free.
    “Thank you, Jesus,” Woofer said with unfettered enthusiasm. “Look at them beauties. Didja ever see such a pretty sight? Umm-umh.”
    Shades smirked. “All-day suckers for sure. But we ain’t got all day. Get the spikes and shit.”
    “Come on, man,” whined Woofer. “You gotta give me a minute with her. At least.”
    “Bet you was a real momma’s boy,” Shades said with naked contempt. “Go on then. Suck yourself silly. I’ll get the shit.”
    Candace saw that Woofer was actually drooling at the prospect of sucking her breasts, and she shuddered, even as she wondered what Shades meant when he said “spikes and shit.” What
did
they really want with her? If they simply wanted to rape her, why weren’t they already getting it over with? Why were they toying with her when that bell ringing above them might bring someone to investigate? She knew the fire-damaged church wasn’t used anymore for worship—or for anything else as far as she knew. She’d heard the same tales everyone else in town had heard about Reverend Craven’s rapid descent into madness and his insistence that Satan had taken over the church. Before he hanged himself in his jail cell, Craven admitted that he had started the fire in an attempt to drive the devil out of Druid Hills. Were Woofer and Shades psychotic devil-worshipers? Did they have a third companion up there ringing the bell? And if so,
why
was he ringing it? Woofer was on his hands and knees now, leering down at her breasts. He licked his thick lips, then bent down and put his mouth on her left tit and began to suck, moaning appreciatively. Candace closed her eyes and tried to use the same meditative technique she’d used at the dentist’s office during her last root canal. The idea was to mentally block off the pain—or in this case, the sucking mouth of the grotesque fat man—and imagine herself in pleasant surroundings. Imagining herself on an air mattress in a calm sea usually did the trick for her, but this time it didn’t work. The slurping sound of the pig’s mouth on her breast and the hot suction on her nipple prevented her from freeing her mind from the repugnant physical violation. The technique required concentration, but how could she concentrate with that damned bell bonging every few seconds? Her nipple stiffened into a hard little finger and she felt a corresponding tingle between her legs. In spite of her disgust at what was being done to her, her body was responding to the sexual stimulation.
    No, no, no.
    But her body ignored her nay-saying and she went wet between