The Teacher: A shocking and compelling new crime thriller – NOT for the faint-hearted!. Katerina Diamond
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beautiful, isn’t it? Look how delicate the embossing is, the level of detail on those leaves,’ the voice said, so close to his ear now he could feel the warm breath on his skin. ‘Why don’t you pick it up?’
‘No.’
He felt the man’s hand grip the back of his neck, he was strong. The man’s body pressed against him in a way that both aroused and terrified Jeffrey. He caught the first glimpse of the man as his hand reached for the instrument in the box. It was big and strong, unfamiliar and yet there was something like déjà vu coursing through Jeffrey’s memory.
‘There really is something for everyone. I thought this was particularly appropriate for you. The Pear of Anguish. You know, back when these were invented, they believed the sentence had to fit the crime and the punishment should be carried out on the part of your body that had sinned.’ He moved even closer to Jeffrey, his grip tightening and his voice lowering to a deep whisper. ‘You’re a liar and a sodomite … Where do you think I should put this?’
‘Please …’ Jeffrey offered futilely.
‘Do you remember how these work?’ He released Jeffrey and took a step away, taking the pear with him, beginning to pace. ‘If I turn this screw at the end then the sides start to expand out, eventually making the circumference three times larger. Let’s say, for example, I put it in your mouth. Of course, first I would have to get it past your teeth – that’s likely to knock a couple of the front ones out. As it’s expanding, of course, it will force most of the rest of them out of their sockets. Without anaesthetic I am sure you can imagine how painful that will be.’
‘Stop …’
‘Then your jaw will dislocate, which will most likely cause swelling in the back of your throat, not to mention how old this is, it’s probably rife with bacteria. By the time your airway closes over you will be in so much pain I doubt you will even notice the lack of oxygen. It will be a slow death, hypoxia most likely, as one by one your major organs shut down. The flow of oxygen will be pitiful, but still enough to keep you alive and in agony for a good few minutes. In terms of pain, a minute may as well be for ever.’
‘Enough!’ Jeffrey shouted, his voice reverberating. He stared down at his clenched fists. They were white with fear.
‘Of course, that’s only if I put it in your mouth … You’re not likely to die the other way, although I suspect you’ll wish you had.’
‘You’ll get rid of the photos if I do this?’ Jeffrey’s heart was in his throat as he looked up at the noose, understanding that he had no choice, that this had always been the only possible end for him.
‘You are getting the easy way out, Jeffrey, trust me. I promise I will destroy any evidence if you do this one thing for me. I would rather not draw too much attention to your death. You owe me this much.’
Jeffrey stood up on the chair, the feet sliding against the highly polished wooden floor. Once his neck was inside the noose all he needed was two seconds of insane courage and the decision would be out of his hands.
‘I can’t.’ Jeffrey’s voice broke and his eyes prickled with tears, warm, wet fluids ran down his leg on to the chair and floor.
‘This will all be over in a few seconds, you can do it, I believe in you.’ A little warmth from the cold voice? ‘Isn’t that what you used to say to me?’
Jeffrey filled his lungs with as much air as possible, as though that might help in some way. The chair wobbled a little and he grabbed hold of the rope; he just couldn’t keep his balance. The man finally walked out from behind him and they stood face to face. The man pulled the black hood from his head and looked Jeffrey proudly in the eyes, this was the last thing Jeffrey would ever see. Jeffrey kicked the chair and his feet dropped, for a second he thought he might be able to touch the ground but his feet danced around desperately searching for some leverage and found just more air. The rope burned with each tug but he felt like he had no choice but to struggle, his body still grasping for life whether he wanted it to or not. Then came the darkness, and as his eyes blurred to a sliver, the smile.
The Father
Adrian Miles’ cheeks burned red under the heat of the sun. The sheets stuck to him as he turned over in his bed away from the open blinds. He remembered why he hadn’t shut them as he saw the girl stirring next to him. She opened her eyes.
‘Good morning.’ She smiled. He was glad the sun was in her eyes and she couldn’t see him searching his memory for her name. ‘I had a great time last night.’
‘Me too,’ he lied. It was not that he didn’t have a great time, he well might have, but the facts were a little blurry.
The phone rang and Adrian was grateful for the interruption.
‘I’ll just get dressed,’ the woman said.
‘Hello?’ he said into the receiver, his eyes fixed on Hannah? Anna? As she got out of bed she walked across the room naked, sweeping her clothes up off the floor as she went. He couldn’t entirely remember at what point over the course of last night he had managed to seal that particular deal. The situation was all too familiar to him. The absence of memory, the nameless semi-clad woman and the realisation that next time maybe he should just go to their place so that he wouldn’t have to make nice in the morning. He could just disappear. Not the first time these thoughts had occurred to him, but at the time he was always too drunk to apply any kind of rationale.
‘Adrian, I need you to take Tom today,’ Andrea said on the other end of the line, her voice as cold and to the point as ever, she never called unless she absolutely had to.
‘Hasn’t he got school?’
‘The school’s shut, something’s happened over there, sorry this isn’t much notice but I need you to take him.’
‘Can’t he stay home on his own?’ Adrian paused before continuing, unwilling to divulge any specific information about his personal life to his ex. He hated having to jump to her commands but ultimately knew he had no choice; not if he wanted to spend time with his son. ‘I have to work later.’
‘No, he can’t, he’s thirteen, Adrian, he can’t be alone all day, just take him in with you and sit him in the corner, step up to the bloody plate, would you?’
‘Hey, you are the one who made the rules and I’m just the one who follows them. I thought you understood how important today is for me …’ He tried not to sound resentful – it didn’t take much to make Andrea angry enough to refuse him access of any kind.
‘Don’t do it for me, do it for him.’
‘Can I use your toothbrush?’ the girl called from the bathroom doorway. Adrian cringed before nodding and waving her away, he could hear Andrea’s scorn through the receiver. Even though she didn’t want Adrian any more, and hadn’t done for quite some time, she still managed to make him feel like he was betraying her in some way.
‘Is someone there with you?’
‘I’ll be there in ten minutes.’ Adrian hung up and sighed. He walked to the bathroom, the girl stood in her underwear brushing her teeth with his toothbrush. She shot him a foamy smile in the reflection of the mirror. He ignored the pangs of lust as his eyes travelled up and down her body. She spat into the sink and he sighed before saying, ‘I have to go, let yourself out!’
Adrian scanned the floor for the cleanest pair of trousers he could find. He caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror. He had scratch marks across his chest and as he ran his fingers over his tired chin he noticed that his stubble was dangerously approaching beard territory. He should probably smarten up before returning to work, but it wasn’t going to happen. These small acts of defiance made him feel like a little bit less of a