"Robert Reed - Show Me Yours" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

"My friend, the first girl you drugged ... she eventually killed herself, you know. Three years later, with an
entire bottle of pills." In an instant, the woman has become a seventy-year-old, a little heavy and
shamelessly gray, staring down the hallway as if waiting for a door to open. "Maybe you weren't directly
responsible for her death. I'll give you that much. Maybe she would have killed herself anyway. But I'll
tell you this: I find it hard to believe that you made the life she had left any better."

He isn't young anymore. Speckled hands hang in front of his eyes, then he covers a still-handsome face.
"So you slipped me something," he mutters. "So what're you going to do? Have your fun with me, is that
it?"

"But I already have," she says.

Then she stands and with a calm slow voice explains, "Your body will carry you to one of two places
now. You can return to her bedroom, if you want. You'll find her dead body waiting there. She'll look
exactly as she did when I found her. And if you go there, you'll never wake up. You'll live out your days
in a deep coma, and the only thing inside your head will be that room and a cold pale corpse.

"Or you can step into my room, which would be much, much worse."

He drops his hands. "How?"

"All of your victims ... the ones I could find who are still alive ... they're waiting behind my door.
Silver-haired ladies, and young girls. Faces you'll know very well, and faces you probably won't even
remember."

He glares at her.
"It's your choice," she tells him, walking slowly toward the hallway.

"What'll they do to me?" he squeaks.

She pauses. For a long moment, she stands on her tiptoes, letting a wide rich smile spread across her
face. Then she pulls her red belt snug, and with genuine delight, she says, "What will they do? I don't
think they know. Really, this will be the first time they've ever played the game."