ACT III: FOX ON THE RUN

Devi groaned as she reluctantly returned to consciousness.

After blinking a few times to get her eyes in focus, she became aware of three things:

First, she was in some sort of dusty, dank room illuminated by a single overhead bulb. The rooms walls appeared to be made out of rotted plywood.

Secondly, she was currently lying in midair, her arms and legs locked into some kind of mechanical restraint that kept her in an "X" position.

And finally, she was completely naked.

”Fuck." she muttered. Her own voice echoed off the disintegrating walls. "Um... hello?" she tried.

There was no response. She tilted her head back as far as it could go and roller her eyes upward so she could look behind her. There was an open door with an equally rotted wooden staircase behind her, leading up into darkness.

A way out.

She began testing the limits of the cuffs holding her onto the X. Most of them weren't going anywhere...

"Fuck." she said again.

Where the hell was Johnny? Was he going to have her starve to death? Or was he going to get something to finish her off? Was she the only one down here?

She gradually became aware of a slow plodding tread coming form behind her. Someone was coming down the stairs.

She tried to crane her head back around to see who it was. But it wasn't in her POV anymore. It was almost as if the cross was... moving...

"'lo?" she tried.

"Hello, Devi."

The cross stopped moving. She was now facing the doorway.

And Johnny was standing there, in all his lunatic glory.

"Well, if it isn't the master of the dungeon." Devi said, trying to keep composed.

"Better to be the master, than in your... position." Nny told her, walking slowly over to her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Peachy." Devi replied, frowning. "I presume this is your big revenge."

"Part of it, yes." Nny told her. He reached out and started idly stroking her inner thigh. "I've been doing some final preparations while you slept... Tell me, is an unmarked grave in the mountains or the forest more appealing to you? I've always been a fan of forest burials, much easier to pull off, but you might want something a bit more lofty..."

Devi tried to keep from shuddering as Johnny stroked her leg. DAMMIT, why the hell was she so damn horny again?! "So, you're going to kill me."

"You didn't take me screaming that I would after you kicked me in the face again seriously? Poor Devi, your paranoia has taught you nothing, has it?" Johnny's hand started moving up Devi's leg, slowly, lightly, teasing the increasingly sensitive skin, " But I suppose I should ask you if you have a better idea, shouldn't I?"

Devi swallowed, trying very hard not to squeal at the sensations Johnny's touches were causing. "I--I took you seriously. But if you think I'm gonna fuck you to get out of it, you better think again. So get out the knives and let’s get this over with."

"Actually..." Johnny softly said, tilting his mouth just next to Devi's ear, "I had something else in mind. A chance to get out of here alive. Not much of a chance, granted... would you like to hear about it?"

The whispers of his breath in her ear were too much. Devi moaned involuntarily. Johnny felt his fingers, which by this point were at the juncture of Devi's leg and pelvis, encounter wetness.

Johnny grinned from ear to ear. "I'll take that as a yes..." his hand began playing with her pubic hair. "There are many ways to die down here. I should know. I believe I have sealed off any possibility of escape... but maybe if someone with half a brain would try.. I would be impressed enough to let them go... Do you understand? When I walk out that door, your restraints will be released. If you can get to the surface and out of my house, I will not chase you home. You will be free to leave. At least, until we meet again...."

Devi gasped at the contact of Johnny's hand. GOD she HATED this sick little--

"Hmmm..." Johnny mused. "You seem a tad...distracted, dear Devi." He traced his fingers lightly over her moist slit. "Should I even continue?"

Devi was breathing heavily now, making her chest heave in a manner that Johnny had to admit he found quite mesmerizing. He gently sought out that little lump of flesh that he had discovered back in the alley and began rubbing it back and forth. "Are you listening at all to this?"

Devi's body began convulsing and rocking. Her hips followed Johnny's fingers pressed against her slit... until suddenly he yanked them away. Devi's eyes flew open, and she saw Johnny looking at her, from a distance with a very pleased smile on his face. She growled.

"Now that I have your attention ... if you don't make it... if you can't find your way out... if you can't leave.. you are mine." He walked back up to her, and got uncomfortably close to her. "And I will do whatever a goddamn feel like doing to you." his hands darted out to her mound and twisted her hair sharply. "And you will take it like a good little girl until I'm done. Now. Do you accept? Or do you just want me to fuck you now and leave you to die?"

Devi grimaced in pain. Somehow through the haze she found her voice. "Yes!" She growled through clenched teeth. "Yes, I fucking understand, you god damn sick monkeypuke!"

"Good." Johnny said. His hands unclenched and he gave her slit a few gentle strokes before turning and walking into the dark hallway. "I will enjoy the way you scream for mercy, Devi. And I know it will be soon enough." The door closed and Devi was suddenly engulfed in darkness.

I hate him. Devi thought. I hate him I hate him I hatehim Ihatehim IhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIHATEHIMIHATEH IM I FUCKING HATE HIM!!!!

Devi took a deep breath. Had to calm down, had think rationally. She felt something click on the cuffs holding her and she pulled her arms out of the cross. As she rubbed her wrists, light poured into the room form the passages in the other walls which had opened. Devi frowned at them. Three passageways, three choices.

"Well... let's see what's behind door number one." Devi said to herself, as she ran through the door on the left.

She was quite surprised when the floor wasn't there on the other side.

She scrambled franticly for a hold on the wall, and finally got one after what seemed to be a 3 story drop. "Door number 1... a bad idea..." Devi told herself. As her toes prodded the wall for additional traction, she felt the wall slide slightly. At first she thought she was slipping, but it turned out that a doorway had opened just below her. She edged her way down cautiously and flipped into the doorway.

It was a small room with a flashlight glowing on a lone table top. There were no other doors, and nothing else in the room.

"Great." Devi said, picking up the flashlight and shining it around randomly. "Now what?"

"Devi.... tick, tock." Johnny's voice came on a tinny loudspeaker somewhere she couldn't see. Devi shined the flashlight around frantically looking for Johnny, but as she did she realized something. There WERE doors. In the ceiling... She stood up on the table and opened one up.

As she levered herself through, she heard a click. That can't be good, she thought. She played the flashlight around the room, finally coming to rest on the far wall, which was covered with spikes...

And moving at her at break-neck speed.

"FUCK!" she screamed, and ducked back into the room below. As she scrambled back through the trap door she lost her footing on the table and landed flat on her ass with a "AHHH!". The yelp was partly in pain, but also partially in pleasure, reminding her of the state Johnny had left her in.

Great, trapped in a lunatic's death maze, naked and horny as hell. Oh he really tipped you here, Devi.

"Cliche, I know," Johnny's voice reverberated. "But sometimes, you just HAVE to go with the classics."

Devi got backup on the table and peeked back up into the room. The spikes had embedded themselves into the wall.

Devi hauled herself up and started looking for another door. Devi finally found the door. It was BEHIND the starting point of the wall of spikes. "Cute, Johnny, very cute." she muttered.

She peeked through the door way itself. Sure, she could squeeze through there. If she held her breath.. and lost five pounds in the hips... She stuck her head through and gave the room a few passes with the flashlight. Looked safe..

Then she moved the flashlight up.

"What the fuck..." she said, awestruck. The entire ceiling was covered in beehives. There was a low sleepy buzzing. The bees appeared to be dormant. But one disturbance, and she's be attacked by the mother of all swarms. Once again, she was painfully reminded that she was naked.

Bees or a wall of spikes? Gosh, how was a girl supposed to choose? A loud /-clang!-/ noise reverberated through the room she was in, and as she turned the flashlight back to the wall, she could see the spikes… pushing through the plywood and growing to full length. They were coming back.

Bees. Let's go with the bees.

It took some tight manuevering, but she got through. Of course she now had two large scrapes on her hips.

She pushed herself into the room, just as the wall slammed back, splintering the door. She looked around frantically, to see if the bees had noticed. Not yet.

Devi was about to cross when she thought of something. Johnny HAD to have booby trapped this room so the bees would get pissed off.

She cast the flashlight around the floor again, and this time she notices several glints on the floor. One was close to where she was standing. She crouched down and took a closer look.

There was a wire stretched taut across the floor. Devi played the flashlight along it's length. It went across the floor, up the wall, and to a pin that was holding back a hammer on a swing apparatus, parallel to the floor, right next to one of the beehives.

If she hit the wire, the pin would be removed, the hammer would swing and WHAM! Instant bee attack.

She ran a finger along the wire to test the tautness, then pulled it back sharply cursing softly.

She shone the flashlight on her finger. There was a thin streak of blood across the point of her finger.

"Monofilament wire?" Devi wondered aloud. Well that made sense, not only does someone activate the bees, but they cut their foot off as well and bleed to death while the bees are attacking you.

Johnny was sick, but he did think of everything.

Devi got up very carefully and began slowly making her way across the floor, sweeping the flashlight wherever she was going to step. Baby steps. Little baby steps....

It wasn't until she was half way across that she realized, she had no idea where the door was in this room.

"Fuck..." she whispered, and slowly started shining the flashlight over the door, the walls, the corner of the ceiling... oh no. Dammit Johnny!

The door was in an upper corner, accessible by a wax-covered ladder. A blank patch, it was surrounded at the edges by a good chunk of the hive. And it was in the corner farthest from her.

Devi felt like screaming, but that would only accomplish 2 things: It would bring down the bees, and it would give that sick little fuck exactly what he wanted.

All right, screw it. Take it slowly and carefully.

She began moving back to the corner with the ladder.

She wasn't sure how much time it took her to get there. It was slow going, and more than once her foot snagged on one of the wires, putting another cut into her skin. She was sure she'd be spending the next few days with her feet bandaged.

When she had made sure she was passed the cables, she walked over to the latter, put one hand on the bottom rung and switched off her flashlight. Best not get them riled up this late in the game...

Holding the flashlight in her teeth, she began making her way up the ladder. The dried wax bit into her feet, aggravating the wounds already there, and putting new ones on her hands. She didn't even want to think about what those little stabbing pains in her tits were causing.

Her hands reached the last rung, and she carefully let out a sigh of relief. She was almost out of here...almost... Oh... FUCK, where was the doorway? All right, stop panicking. she reprimanded herself. It can't be that far. She reached up and felt around.

Finally she felt her hand penetrate into space and...goo?

Devi pulled her hand back down. A familiar smell assaulted her nose. Honey.

"Oh, FUCK." She grabbed the flashlight with her honey covered hand and switched it on.
The hive right next to the door had been fractured...

...and the bees were coming.

She forced open the door and let herself fall into the next room, slamming the door shut behind her as hard as she could. They were still coming, forcing themselves through the cracks, stinging her already bruised body. Devi frantically shone the flashlight around the room, looking for the next door way. It was... it was just a room with a moose?

How the HELL did Johnny get a moose in here?!

The moose looked at her with dead eyes and went back to chewing it's cud.

The bees were working their over her left arm now. It was stinging like hell and swelling was starting to come up. Doorway, where the hell was the... "Ow!" Devi cried. She reached behind her and swatted the few bees that were stinging her ass.

The moose mooed, and a light turned on behind it. The doorway! Devi gave the door she was pressing on one final push before sprinting towards the door. "Thanks!" she yelped to the moose.

No sooner had she passed through the door, than it closed behind her.

A hatch opened in the ceiling of the otherwise bare room.

Devi stared up at it. How the hell was she supposed to get up there, she had no way to get up that high.

"Well, NOW what?" she asked the room, "Am I supposed to JUMP?"

In answer, a torrent of water dropped from the hatch.

"FUCK!!!!" Devi screamed as the water hit her. It was like running into a brick wall. She dog paddled as hard as she could over to the hatch, filling the room quickly.

"Swim little fishy, swim!" Johnny's voice came out of the rafters, "Don't let the current take you away!"

"Fuck you!" Devi cried out.  Her arm, ass and feet were stinging like hell. Oh, shit. It must be salt water.

The ceiling was starting to come closer, fast. She had to get to the hatch or die. Devi crawled the few feet of water left and managed to hook her hands onto the ledge. The current was terrible, trying to force her back into the room. But she kicked and thrust and finally managed to hoist herself up through the ledge and into the torrent.

As soon as she was through, the hatch closed and the water ceased pouring. She gasped hard, trying to force air back into her lungs. Everything hurt. Everything stung.

But at least she wasn't horny anymore.

Now she was cold. She was alone. She didn't even have her flashlight anymore.
She sat shivering on the ground wondering what the hell she was going to have to do next.

"Lost your flashlight?" Johnny's voice floated from the darkness. "Well, I suppose since you've made it this far, you're entitled to some sort of reward. LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

The room was suddenly and violently illuminated. Devi buried her face in her good arm. Blinking her way into tolerance of the bright lights Devi could plainly see... a door. A door that lead to another door that lead to another door that could lead the hell out of here. It was promising, at least.

"What the hell." Devi said as she got up and, still shivering, made her way over to the next room.

The next room was empty except for a chair, a table, and what looked like a kids toy on it.

Devi went over to it and examined the toy. It was one of those annoying toys where you had to put the correct shaped blocks into the correct holes.

"What the fuck?" she asked. What did this have to do with anything? She picked up a round block and slotted it into the round hole. Across the room, a section of the wall slid slightly upwards.

Not enough to get out of the room, but some.

She tried the same thing with the square block. The door opened even more.

She’d never thought Nny to be one for mind games. Damn, she was tired…

Devi sat down in the chair. As soon as she did, restraints came out of the legs, pinning her ankles, while two more wrapped around her waist and chest, holding her to the back of the chair. Her good arm was strapped down, leaving only her bad arm to manuever the blocks.

Devi tried to lean forward, but couldn't break the restraints...

...and the straps were getting TIGHTER!

Devi took a deep breath while she had the chance and focused on forcing her arm to grip the each block and drop them in the correct hole. She had done the circle and the square.

Rectangle. Plus sign. Octagon. Pentagon. Nonegon...boy that was...FOCUS, Devi! The straps had gotten tighter with each block she placed, she was starting to get light headed...

She swallowed and tried to breathe. Her ribs felt like they were being crushed in a vise.
She reached forward for the triangle block, the last one.

She couldn't reach it.

She tried again, straining as far as the restraints would go. She STILL couldn't reach it. And they were getting tighter and tighter... she was now seeing spots in front of her eyes... And the last thing she was going to ever think was her kicking herself for STUPIDLY sitting down in the first place…

She gritted her teeth. Not like this. She was not going to die like a fucking rat in a maze.
Then she got an idea. She grabbed the container holding the blocks, and yanked with all her might.

Wires and circuitry severed and short circuited as she threw the toy behind her. Instantly the door opened fully and the chair released her. She fell forward onto the floor, sucking in huge lungfuls of air.

"That was cheating." Johnny's voice said.

"That was…Lateral thinking." Devi gasped. "And you… didn't give any rules when we started."

Johnny's voice was silent for a moment. "True." he said, shortly, trying to hide that he was slightly impressed. "You're going to need all the lateral thinking you can manage for the rest of the catacombs." there was a hiss and the door swung open. Devi peeked inside.

8 chainsaw pendulums. On full force. Swinging back and forth, chopping up the room.

"Oh GREAT!" Devi groaned. She watched the pendulums carefully, slowly realizing they had a very simple pattern. If she would be careful, it would be relatively easy to get by, she hoped.

"1...2... 3.... and..." Devi counted, before she rushed forward into the first pocket of space.
She held her breath and tried to hold as still as she could while the big honkin' wheels o' death whistled by her. 5...4...3...2 ...1... "1... 2..." she started again.

She took a step forward, when the chainsaw suddenly reversed direction and swept past her. She barely got her out of the way in time.

"What the fuck?"

She carefully crouched down and looked at the floor. She bit her lower lip in thought, then reached out and tapped the floorboard in front of her. It shifted slightly and the chainsaw reversed direction again.

Great. The whole situation had gotten complicated again. Devi counted off a second time and rushed into the next pocket, avoiding the floorboard. Just one more set of spinning wheels, and she was out of here.

"1...2...3!" Devi counted, before running to the door and opening it as fast as she could, stumbling into... a room full of Johnny's victims.

Johnny's MALE victims.

And, once again, Devi became PAINFULLY aware that she was naked.

"ohyou'reSUCHabastardJohnny." she breathed.

"My god! Someone got free!" one of the few ungagged men in the room yelped. "Lady, could you get over here and...  saaaaay."

Devi socked him one. "Quit gawking, creep!"

"Look, girlie, quit beating up on that loser. Come over here and get me loose, and I can give you a little reward... eh? Ehhh?"

Devi sighed in frustration. MEN. They were all the same.

"Does anyone know where the door out of here is?" she asked.

"Well, I could tell you." another guy piped up with a smarmy leer on his face. "But I need a little incentive..."

Devi punched him across the face as hard as she could. "Anyone else got a smart ass answer?"

The room was silent.

"That's better. Now, anyone want to tell me how the HELL to get out of here, so I can GO FOR THE POL-ICE and GET YOU OUT OF HERE?" Devi said, stressing single syllables.

"It'th ovah theah." answered one guy who was so trussed up he could only use his tongue to point.

Devi followed the groping tongue over to the first guy she had punched. She found a latch to open the panel after a few minutes of groping around and forcing herself not to bludgeon the guys behind her who were getting much more of a view than they had a right to. Finally something clicked and the door opened.

About an inch.

Devi sighed, grabbed hold and spent three highly enjoyable minutes (for the prisoners) opening the door. "Fuck." Devi sighed, giving one final tug on the door to get it completely open.

"Yeah, shake that moneymaker, baby!"

Must not kill, must NOT kill... "All right you losers. Can't say it's been fun. Goodbye." Devi said, walking through the door.

As Devi entertained thoughts of the delightful bloody murder of Johnny, she noticed a large knife switch next to the door. She glanced over her shoulder at the letches enjoying the unblocked view of her ass.

And threw the knife switch.

Devi smiled happily as the door closed behind her. Some of the screams coming from behind the closed door were rather satisfying.

"It does have it's advantages, doesn't it?" Nny's voice rang out on all sides of her.

Devi’s smile fell. "Some." she conceded, guiltily.

She could HEAR the little bastard smiling. "Well, you won't have to deal with such things for much longer. You're almost out. I have to say, I'm actually impressed."

"But..." Devi said.

"What? You want MORE?" Johnny asked, "I can give it to you. Quite easily. But I thought you'd rather get out of here and back to your happy pathetic little life...”

“Woah! Hey!” Devi interupted, “Sorry. I was expecting the rug to get pulled out from under me."

The floor under Devi suddenly gave way, and she felt herself falling again... "I suppose you were right..." Johnny's voice echoed down after her.

After a few seconds in freefall, Devi got a hold onto the edge of the shaft and began climbing up. She was hoping for another doorway in the wall, but none came. She kept climbing and climbing.. her abused arms and legs screaming in protest. The strength starting to drain out of her body... Finally her hands felt the end of the pit and she began to slowly haul herself back up into the room.

As soon as she pulled her feet out of the hole, it closed up, leaving her gasping for breath, on the floor. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to think, it involved too much energy. She just wanted to be out of this place and back hanging out with her psycho roommate...

"Welcome back." Johnny said. "Hmmm...25 minutes. That's a new record."

Devi's eyes shot open.

Johnny was standing next to the only other doorway out of the room. Behind him a set of stairs lead upwards, lit by sparse splinters of faint sunlight. 

"Y-you." she got out. Her face twisted into a sneer. "Mother FUCKER!" she struggled to get back on her feet.

Johnny looked down at her with a sadistic grin. He had her coat over his left arm and her bag held in the same hand.

"Where's the rest of it?!" Devi growled.

Johnny's grin widened. "Burned."

Devi's eyes widened, then pushed back into slits. She held out her hand, still shaking like a leaf from the climb. "Give them."

Johnny chuckled. "Why?"

"Why? WHY?!? So I can get out of this god forsaken place without being arrested for public indecency! Dammit! You owe me that much!"

"Do you think it's really that simple?" Johnny asked. "Do you think I care about what I 'owe' you? Come and get them!" he told her, shaking them in front of her face.

Devi pounced. It was a good pounce, well aimed and fierce, but Johnny countered, and suddenly she was on the ground.

And Johnny was crouched over her, pinning her to the ground be her shoulders.

She tried to get up, to struggle, to fight him in any way she could, but her body was already starting to fail her. She was simply too weak. Every kick she aimed fell short, no punch made it off the ground. She finally opened her eyes again to see him smiling happily.

"I told you." he said, "If I won, you sit back and take it. You aren't out. I won. Now, stop struggling Devi, dear. It makes things a lot better for both of us."

Devi kept trying to fight, but her limbs felt heavy and her body definitely wasn't responding as fast as it usually did.

Johnny slowly ran one of his hands down her stomach, seeking out her slit while the other wrapped around her throat and began choking her.

Devi's hands immediately went to the hand at her throat, fighting to keep forcing some air in and out of her lungs. Trying not to think of what he was going to do, trying to stay alive long enough to make him pay.

"Shh... sleep sweet Devi. Sleep." Johnny said tightening his grip around her neck. Devi kept fighting back. Nny shook his head and sought out that little lump, pinching it between his fingers.

"AHHH!" Devi cried out with what little breath there was still in her lungs.

"Good girl." Nny said gently, rocking it from one side to the other.

"nnnuh...nuh..." Devi muttered, trying to breath as the sensations made her nerve endings dance.

"Just relax. Don't give me any reason to kill you." Nny cautioned. His hand fell away, and Devi could hear the sound of rustling cloth through the after shocks. "Enjoy it while you can." he whispered. Devi swallowed as she felt him slide inside her.

Johnny's free hand slid to her ass, holding it slightly off the ground as he began rocking into her. His hips pushing deeper and deeper into her body. His hand clenching on the already bruised and bleeding skin of her ass. Devi grimaced in pain and tried to pull away, close her legs, make it stop. But Nny's grip tightened, forcing her to take him back inside her.

"Stop fighting. You lost." Nny growled, thrusting deeper into her.

"No... no don't..." Devi tried. Nny's hand tightened around her neck again, and she was suddenly fighting for breath once more. Straining to breathe as Johnny fucked her mindlessly in another, far off place in her body. She tried to force her eyes open to see what was happening, but it was too much effort. She didn't want to see. She just wanted him to stop.

She felt his hands on her breasts. Playing with them, feeling them. Trying to get her to participate. Trying to force her to react.

She couldn't. Not anymore.

Fuck it.

Let him do what he wanted. Maybe the next time she woke up, he would have killed her.
She relaxed and stopped fighting.

Johnny realized Devi had gone limp, and stopped, puzzled. He gently released her neck, and rolled her head to one side, then the other. He poked her a couple times. No response.
He rolled her head back up to the way it was. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her expression was terrifyingly empty. Johnny stroked her cheek, then leaned down slowly to kiss her on the lips.

Devi's head rolled off to the left before he could touch her.

Nny pushed her head back up and tried to kiss her again. Devi rolled of to the right.

Angry, Johnny grabbed both sides of Devi's head and leaned in to kiss her.
He looked into her eyes. He shuttered, backed off and tried again. He couldn't do it. He twisted her ears sharply. She gave a slight inhalation of breath and closed her eyes.

Johnny smiled in satisfaction, but suddenly realized something. Devi had a rather large black and blue mark coming into view on her cheek. She must have gotten it somewhere in the catacombs. Nasty one too, looked like it had hurt.

She had something similar on her shoulder, that lapsed in with a patch of bee stings. The open sores were starting to leak pus, and the area was red and hot to the touch.

Johnny sat back and looked at Devi again, as a whole. She was a mess. She had been cut up, burned, stung, nearly drowned and pushed to the limits. She was strong, he had always know that about her, but he never seen her like this.

He was destroying the only girl he ever really liked.

That thought was strangely and instantly sobering. He had wanted to hurt Devi, yes, he had wanted to make her feel pain on levels she had never before experienced, but he had wanted her alive at the end... and if he went through with what he was doing now, she would only be alive in the physical sense. He would lose her forever...

"No..." he whispered.

Devi suddenly felt Johnny get off of her and heard the rustle of clothes. She felt him walk away from her, heard his footsteps on the creaky ancient floor, but it was several moments before she could open her eyes to see what was going on.

When she finally did, Johnny was several steps away from her, clothed only in his pants, holding her stuff under one arm. His back was to her and the stairs.

After a few ties she got onto her feet. She looked at Johnny, then at the stairs.

"Wha..?" she asked, unintelligibly.

"Get out." Johnny said, coldly.

Devi blinked, dumbfounded. Johnny rolled his eyes and threw the coat at her, then tossed her bag at her feet. "I said get out."

"But... but you..." Devi stuttered. What the fuck was going on here?

"Put on the FUCKING COAT and GET OUT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!"

Devi backed out in the direction of the staircase, unable to take her eyes off Nny. His hands were balled up into fists, anger saturating his voice and his frame. He barely had control over himself. 

 "Go now..." he whispered. "NOW! DAMMIT DEVI! GO!!"

She grabbed her stuff, turned and ran as fast as her wobbly legs would take her.
He heard her pound her way up the stairs, and then the slam that signified that Devi had left.

Johnny took a couple deep breaths, trying to clam himself, as tears began to cut their way down his cheeks... "Damn." he whispered, before quietly beginning to weep in earnest.
When he got control of himself, he trudged slowly up the stairs, pulling his shirt back on. He arrived in the living room and slumped onto the couch.

"Couldn't get it up, Johnny, m'boy?"

"Shut up, burger freak."