Fiends SSC by Richard Laymon

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        ‘I’m not a fiend!’ he cried out. ‘I’m not!'
        He shoved the shift forward, jammed the gas pedal to the floor, and sped away.
        

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        ‘Anything?’ Willy asked from the top of the stairs.
        ‘Anything!’ Marty cried. ‘Anything! Just please don’t do it! God! Don’t! Whatever you want! Anything! Just please, please God, don’t hang me!’
        ‘Okay. Here’s what. Phone that prick boyfriend of yours and tell him to haul ass over here.’
        ‘What?’ She sniffed and wiped her runny nose. ‘What do you want with him?’
        ‘A little payback.’
        ‘Okay. Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll call’ - she dropped backward - ‘him.’ Dropped backward grabbing the rope with both her hands.
        Willy let go of his end to keep from being tugged off the top of the stairs, and Marty sat down hard. An odd, tickling pain jolted through her.
        Before Willy could bring in the slack, she jerked the noose off her head. She got to her feet and ran for the door. Her hand found the knob. She twisted and pulled. The door swung open. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Willy leaping down the stairs three at a time.
        She slammed the door and sprinted across the lawn.
        At the street, she turned around. The front door opened. Willy stepped halfway out, then took a backward step and shut the door.
         He’s staying inside!
        Afraid to come out and chase her?
        She supposed he would probably sneak out the rear of the house.
        Unless…
         He knows I’ll have to come back, sooner or later. What if he decides to wait?
        No, he’d be crazy to stay inside. He would have to figure she would call the police.
        Marty started running toward Hedda’s place. She could phone the cops from there.
        As she started to cross the street, Dan’s car suddenly rounded the corner and pulled to a stop. ‘Where you going?’ he asked, reaching across the front seat to open the door.
        ‘No place special.’
        ‘Can I give you a lift?’
        ‘Yeah. Okay.’ She climbed into his car and pulled the door shut. ‘Did you get my message?’
        ‘Message?’
        ‘Guess not. I called you about… ten minutes ago?’
        ‘Really? No, I didn’t get any message. I thought I’d drop by and… you’ve been crying.’
        ‘Yeah.’
        ‘What’s wrong? It’s not because of our…?’
        ‘Yeah. Of course it is.’
        He shook his head. ‘I was just coming over to see if we couldn’t manage to straighten things out.’
        ‘Nice idea. I had the same thing in mind. That’s what I phoned about.’
        ‘You must’ve just missed me.’ He smiled at her. ‘Well, where to? Your place?’
        ‘That wouldn’t be a good idea. Mom and Dad are there. I want to be alone with you.’
        He put his hand against the side of her face.
        ‘How about your place?’ she suggested.
        ‘My place it is.’
        
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        An hour later, Marty was stretched out face down on the bed, naked and sweaty. She felt languid and wonderful. Willy seemed like a problem from long ago and far away.
        Dan, sitting on her rump, had been gently rubbing her back for the past few minutes. Now, he swept her hair sideways so it fell over her shoulder.
        She was glad to have the hair away from the hot nape of her neck. She supposed Dan was about to kiss her there.
        But he asked, ‘What’s this?’
        ‘What’s what?’
        ‘This mark.’
        She suddenly felt sick.
        ‘I don’t know,’ she said.
        ‘Marty?’
        ‘It’s nothing.’
        ‘It looks like a rope burn.’ His hands clamped the tops of her shoulders. ‘How did it get there?’
        ‘I don’t know.’
        ‘Tell me!’
        ‘I don’t