“Would you like to have her, Ape?”
Ape Jones laughed.
“Then take her upstairs,” the man’s voice was incredibly casual.
Ape Jones lifted the woman off her feet. White and limp, she lay across his powerful arms. Her eyes were open but they had an empty look to them, as though part of her had already died.
Ape Jones carried her to the door and then set her on her feet again. His hands reached for her and the sound of her ripping clothes mingled with her screams.
