I struggled, crying, trying to get loose.
Grey pushed me in closer.
The dog was a foot away.
I could see its gums, see its teeth, smell its breath, feel its breath.
The dog was growling and barking and straining on its leash.
Shit fell from my arse.
Spit from its gums hit my face.
Everything was going black.
“Tell me what I’ve done.”
“Again.”
The dog was inches away.
I closed my eyes.
“Tell me what I’ve done.”
“Again.”
“Tell me what I’ve done.”
“Good boy.”
Everything was black and the dog was gone.
I opened my eyes.
Detective Superintendent Noble was sitting across the table opposite.
I was naked, shivering, sitting in my own shit.
Detective Superintendent Noble lit a cigarette.
I flinched.
“Why?”
Tears welled in my eyes.
“Why’d you do it?”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s good.”
Detective Superintendent Noble gave me his cigarette.
I took it.
He lit another.
“Just tell me why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Shall I help you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You fancied her, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fancied her loads, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But she wouldn’t give you any, would she?”
“No, sir.”
“What wouldn’t she give you?”
“She wouldn’t give me any.”
“She didn’t want any, did she?”
“No, sir.”
“But you took some anyway, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you take?”
“I took some anyway.”
“Took her in the cunt, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Took her in the mouth, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Took her up the arse, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you do?”
“I took her in the cunt.”
“And?”
“I took her in the mouth.”
“And?”
“I took her up the arse.”
“You didn’t care, did you?”
“No, sir.”
“She wouldn’t shut up though, would she?”
“No, sir.”
“Then what?”
“She wouldn’t shut up.”
“Said she was going to tell the police, didn’t she?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did she say?”
“Said she was going to tell the police.”
“We couldn’t have that could we?”
“No, sir.”
“So you had to shut her up, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Strangled her, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you do?”
“I strangled her.”
“But she was still looking at you, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So you cut off her hair, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you do?”
“I cut off her hair.”
“Why?”
“I cut off her hair.”
Detective Superintendent Noble took the cigarette from me. “Because she was still looking at you, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So what did you do?”
“I cut off her hair.”
“Why?”
“Because she was still looking at me.”
“Good boy.”
Detective Superintendent Noble stubbed out the cigarette on the floor.
He lit another cigarette and passed it to me.
