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She led him into the house, Lorelei, a naked, tortured Madonna, the girl he'd wanted to lay down in clover and fill up the deep hole inside him...
He stared at her shackles and welts, stigmata belonging in rooms with barred windows where guards chalk up rapes as just part of the job.
Lorelei looked at him once, with dead eyes; she'd gone beyond pain and now was a ghost just like he was.
Every room in the house was stripped bare and the walls were all nicotine yellow, and as they passed through, he heard this sort of a white noise-cum-natter, consisting of voices, crushed tiny voices, like giggles from every grave in the world.
They came to a room where a table was set, and there stood a woman, rawboned and gray-haired and gaunt, with a plate heaped with scraps in her hand; Lorelei sat, her head hanging, vacant, her hands dangling limp, and after the woman put the plate down, she looked at the welts on Lorelei's back, then stared at the man as her eyes burned to sockets and nothing.
Her laugh rasped like last autumn's leaves on a grate; she spit, "Trick or treat..."