The moon slept in its garden. Clouds as thin as lace were tangled in the treetops. Bats flickered in and out of the high branches. Down below in the long grass the crickets were too loud. Two teeth shone like nuggets in the dirt. The headlights from the Jaguar crawled across a young woman who lay naked except for the bra around her neck. Blood ran out of each corner of her mouth giving the impression of a smile. A clown's smile. A tear running over her cheek. Her eyes were closed. Her hands were bound behind her. There were teeth marks on her neck. Her legs were spread apart. There were scratches along her inner thighs, which were quivering spasmodically. Off to the side in the darkness someone was sitting on their haunches, whimpering. Why'd you make me do it?