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.

I can see us in the mirror, watching myself, getting raped, watching Davy, raping me. He’s tearing my dress in the mirror and he’s holding me down by the hair at the same time. The first sex we’d had in years and all the time he’s calling me a whore, you’re a fucking dirty little whore, you’re a slutty little fucking bitch, so she is.

Then he finishes me off. He finishes me off and he gets up and he locks the front door and he puts the keys in his pocket. Get upstair and get yourself fucking cleaned up, he says to me, there’s an outfit for you in the spare room. In the meantime I’ve got somebody I need to talk to, he says.