nt here. "
"Wait, better than that," Spyder went on. "Being starved to death, but given topical anesthetic and surgical equipment, so the only way you could stay alived be to amputate your own limbs and eat them. "
Rubi said, "You two ought to get married. Move into the Bates Motel. " She went down the bar to serve other customers.
"Now you ruined our surprise," Spyder called after her.
Lulu took a long pull on her tequila. "Flayed alive and drowned in pickle brine. "
Spyder looked at his hands. The back of one was -covered in an intricate black tribal snake pattern while the other hand sported a cartoon red sacred heart. MANS RUIN was tattooed across the knuckles of both hands. Hed gotten the letters while doing a year in reform school for car theft. They were bullshit tats. Kid stuff. But they marked a period of his life, so he never bothered to have them lasered off. From his neck to the tops of his feet, Spyder Lee was an explosion of images and pigments. Hed never felt normal until hed been tattooed for the first time. The ink felt like some kind of magic armor. His tattoos, even the stupid ones, made him feel bullet-proof.
He was one of those lanky Texas boys you see working on cars in oil-stained driveways, a cooler full of Coors, his only concession to the summer heat. A perpetually messy mop of black hair and long arms covered in grease working on the transmission of a vintage Mustang of questionable ownership.
"Split open, your organs torn out with hooks and replaced with red hot coals," he said.
Lulu leaned in close. "Strapped to the front of a burning boat and driven through a mile and a half of electrified razor wire in a Tabasco sauce hurrican
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