Chapter 3
“Please, go out. I’ve got this on my own.”
But I could not push Naomi away.
Her eyes shone with an eerie light as she stared.
“How about I stay and help you out? It’s your first time. You don’t really know what you’re doing.”
This marriage was already strange enough, but my girlfriend offering to help me get intimate with two dead women was even more bizarre.
I did not want to do that in front of her. I quickly shook my head. Only after I repeatedly promised that I could handle it alone did Naomi reluctantly leave.
“If anything happens, just holler at me. I’ll be right outside the door.”
There was another reason I sent Naomi away. I never truly planned to sleep with the twins.
I locked the door. Then, I curled up in a corner.
No matter how beautiful they were, I was not going to share a bed with two corpses!
“Please don’t blame me. I’m just really short on cash—Ahhh!”
Before I could finish mumbling, one of the women on the bed sat upright and grabbed my arm.
“Don’t scream!”
Even though she told me not to scream, I was terrified that a dead person had come back to life! I screamed and fell to the floor.
Naomi heard the noise and shouted anxiously from outside, “Liam, what’s wrong?”
“I’m fine! It’s… my first time being this close to a woman. These are two strangers that I’ve never met. So, I just freaked out a little.”
It was not that I did not want to ask Naomi for help. Rather, I was too afraid to move because the woman was gripping my arm tightly.
She mouthed, “The people outside want us dead.”
My face turned pale. Were these not Fred and Wilma’s daughters who had supposedly died young?
Wilma had cried so sorrowfully just moments ago. If she knew her daughter had come back to life, she would have been overjoyed. Why would she want them dead?
I had so many questions, so I asked them.
The woman’s face was pale. She smiled bitterly and said, “Is that what they told you? The truth is, we’re not their daughters at all.”
The woman was too weak. She gasped for air after just a few words.
“They want me dead. They want you dead, too.”
After that, she gasped even more heavily. She struggled to prop herself up. She tried to perform CPR on her sister beside her.
After about ten attempts, she finally gave up.
I asked in a trembling voice, “What do you mean by that? Are you saying we’re both going to die?”
The woman smiled bitterly and said, “I’m not their daughter. I know their secret.”
I had a bad feeling about it. Nevertheless, I braced myself and pressed further.
“What secret?”
“The secret of their illegal activities.
“They used a high price to lure you in. You’re focused on the five hundred thousand dollars, but what they really want is you.”
The woman spoke with absolute certainty. I, however, found everything absurd.
“My own girlfriend introduced this gig to me. If these people really were criminals and were tricking me, they could slip a sleeping pill in my drink. Why’d they go through all this trouble to put on this show?”
The woman snorted and said, “Because my sister and I… we aren’t ordinary people.
“They need a man to put on a show. They want you to be their scapegoat.”
Just as I was about to ask more about what she meant by “scapegoat,” a noise sounded from outside the door.
Wilma pounded on the door thunderously.
“Liam, who are you talking to? Why do I hear a woman’s voice in there?”
She then reached for the doorknob.