Dr. NoSleep

Salazar grabbed her by the back of the neck.

Get on the bed, he hissed at her.

Between them two.

Delia climbed over Irma, who continued looking at the ceiling, seemingly oblivious to what was happening around her.

My terror-stricken girlfriend settled on the bloody bed between them, lying on her back.

She jostled Benito's right arm, and he whimpered in pain.

Salazar smiled down at the scene on the bed.

He leaned over and pulled Irma's hand away from her crotch.

She jerked it away and placed it back, almost absently, still staring at the ceiling.

Fucking bitch," Salazar muttered, leaning over the bed.

I thought he was reaching for Delia.

In that instant, part of me wanted to do something, even if it meant getting killed in the process.

But even before I knew he wasn't reaching for her, my panic and my fear won out, and I knew I would do nothing.

He reached over and yanked the knife from Benito's chest.

Blood immediately started pouring out of the wound, but Salazar didn't notice or care.

dropping his baseball bat.

He yanked Irma's right hand away from her crotch again and forced it palm up onto the wooden nightstand.

He slammed the blade through her palm, pinning her hand there.

Irma came out of her catatonia to scream.

Using her free hand, she gripped her wrist, writhing, no longer concerned with her nakedness.