She struggled to a sitting position. “Unlock that door, you big bastard,” she said. “Get out of here. Go on, take your dough and beat it.” She flipped the twenty−dollar bill from the top of her stocking and threw it at him.
Raven bent slowly and picked it up. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. She saw the look in his face. She saw he was going to kill her. The blank, set look in his eyes paralysed her. She could only thrust out her arms. “No… don’t!” she cried. “You’re not todo you hear?… No!… Keep away….”
He leant slowly towards her. As he came nearer, she crouched away until she lay flat on the bed, his face hovering just above her. She couldn’t scream. Her tongue curled to the roof of her mouth and stayed there. She couldn’t do anything. Even when his hands slid up to her throat she only clutched feebly at his wrists, shaking her head imploringly at him.
He said softly, “It won’t hurt, if you don’t struggle.”
She shut her eyes, and as the blood began to drum in her ears she suddenly realized that this was death, and she began to fight him frantically. She had left it too late. His knee, driving into the little hollow between her breasts, pinned her like a poor moth to the bed. The vice−like grip of his fingers cut the air from her lungs.
He said, “Mendetta will hear about this. He’ll hate it. He’ll know then someone is after him. Do you hear, you silly little fool? You couldn’t earn enough to live decently. Look at this room. Look at the poverty of it.
When I run this territory my broads won’t live like this. Do you hear?”
She beat his face with her hands, but she had no strength. Her legs thrashed up and down, at first violently, then jerkily, and then not at all.
As her tongue filled her wide−open mouth, and her eyes tried to burst from their sockets, he turned his head slightly so he couldn’t see her. He said in a whisper, “You ugly little bitch.” Then blood ran on to his hands from her nose, and she went limp. He climbed off her and stood looking down at her.
He knew that he could go home and sleep now. For a time his hatred had gone out of him.