The Book of the Dead by Jared Shurin (ed.)

The Book of the Dead by Jared Shurin (ed.)

Author:Jared Shurin (ed.)
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Jurassic London
Published: 2013-10-20T00:00:00+00:00


When the door closed, Marsters wasted no time in cutting to the chase. “I’m recommending Mr. Adams for the Shelby Labs position.”

Elizabeth felt as if she’d just been punched in the stomach. “You’re what?”

“It’s simple, really, Miss Wilson. You’ve both applied for the same position, and I feel he is the more qualified candidate.”

“Adams?” Her eyes narrowed. “And what did you do with him in the bedroom?”

He flashed a disappointed glare. “Mr. Adams’ work in the lab is exemplary. And, after what I just witnessed –”

“You unbelievable bastard.”

Marsters frowned. “Miss Wilson, really, I– ”

“I’ll call the police.”

“Because I didn’t recommend you for a job?”

“Because you raped me!”

Marsters chuckled at that.

“He laughs at you, at your pain.” Bast’s voice again, ringing through Elizabeth’s head. “He believes you are weak, a dog that can be ordered about. Show him that he is sorely mistaken, that you are strong.”

“Don’t think I won’t do it,” Elizabeth warned. “I’ll tell them what you did to me. The cops, the university... I’ll ruin your whole career!”

Marsters didn’t even blink. “And I’ll tell them that you are a spurned ex-lover, and a distraught one at that – a woman who made such an accusation only after I recommended someone else for a position she wanted.”

And then it hit her. “You planned this.”

“You give me far too much credit –”

“And you left the plastic wrap in my trash!”

“Yes,” Bast urged. “Do not let him win. You have the power. You are a lioness!”

Elizabeth leaned across the desk, her eyes narrow, her voice strong, stronger than it had ever been in her life. “I’m sure the wrap will have your fingerprints on it. They’ll believe me then. They’ll –”

“They’ll realize that we had a long-standing, consensual relationship. Nothing more.” The professor produced his iPhone and slid it across the desk to her. “After all, Miss Wilson, if a picture says a thousand words, what sort of story will a thousand pictures tell?”

She reached over and picked up his phone. There, displayed on the screen, was a photo of Elizabeth, naked, blindfolded, handcuffed to the headboard, and worst of all, smiling. The date in the lower right hand corner told her it had been taken over a year ago.

“Does that look like a woman who was raped?” Marsters asked.

No, it looks like a scared little girl.

“There are many others,” he told her with a smile. “You have to love cell phone cameras. With no flash, not even a sound, they take such quality photos. Go ahead, thumb through them.”

Elizabeth did just that, finding picture after picture of herself in one compromising position after another. The dates were all different, as were the rooms - her bedroom, his bedroom, the hotel room at a seminar in Baltimore last fall - but the overall impression was the same. Here was a woman who wanted it, wanted him.

Her first thought was to erase the entire folder, but Marsters knew that. He seemed to know everything.

“Those aren’t the only copies, of course. I have a duplicate file saved in a safe place, a place where no one would ever need to see them.



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