There’s this music playing, this unknown music. And he stays on the phone. Davy stays on the phone and waits for a response but there’s none. He listens some more. He listens some more and that’s when he says to me that he understood the first lesson. He says that he gets it right there. Listen to yourself, he says. That’s the first lesson. The phone call was a feedback loop, he says to me. The phone call was a silent meditation between himself and his alter ego, and he says he felt supercharged. He says he hung up the phone after who knows how long. Long enough to get the message, he says, and he was buzzing. This is dangerous behaviour, I says to him, this is deluded behaviour. But he just looks at me with this fucking stationary-head thing and it’s enough to make you jangle.

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So as he kicks the shite out your friend Barney and he comes round and he rescues me from you lot. He waits until you leave. He was watching the house the whole time. Davy and his alter ego had their eyes on your safe house (I imagine these two fucking motionless heads sitting like Easter Island in the front seat of the car, watching us). He bursts in on me, or it might have been his alter ego, because he’s wearing a bally, so who knows. Davy, is that yourself, I says to him. It’s me, he says, and it sounds like him, to be sure. I’ve come to rescue you, he says, and he grabs me, but before he goes he says, wait a minute. Wait a minute here, he says, let’s leave them a calling card, and that’s when he told me to get my heels and to sit them on the chair. It’s like the Invisible Woman hanged herself, he says, and we rush out into the car and we skid off without anybody seeing us.

Was his alter ego in the car? I says to her. Did you get to see him? No, she says, I didn’t see anything because he forced me into the boot. Your own husband that came to rescue you forced you into the boot of the car?

He says: get in, bitch. That’s what he says to me. Then he picks me up and he tosses me into the boot and the car screamed off. We pull up to another house. He gets me out the boot and I’m kicking and screaming and I’m shouting blue murder. What the fuck has got into you, I says to him, what in the name of fuck are you doing? He slaps me hard across the face and he grabs me by the hair. He drags me across the front grass and into the house and he throws me on the stair and he tears my tights down and he rapes me.