A few days earlier, the wind had picked a thistle from a weed in the garden and carried it softly upward.  It looked like a feather ball and was so light that even a soft breeze was able to toss it to and fro, playing tag with it until it became stuck in the wooden bracing nailed to the outside of the nearby window.

     Large didn't notice it as he looked through the crack in the wood and saw the horrific sight in the room.  The grocery delivery boy, bloodied and tied to a table - the shadow of the killer, the so called "God" moving across the floor. 

     Large noticed the thistle when it tickled his nose. 

     He couldn't stop the sneeze.  It came on suddenly and it came out strong.  The tickle of the thistle sent an immediate signal to his brain and, simultaneous to his eyes zeroing in on the culprit, the sneeze burst from his sinuses.  It was loud.  It was repetitive.  The first sneeze caused him to close his eyes and the forceful expulsion of air blew the thistle free of its captor.  The second came and sprayed the wood with snot and saliva that instantly began to drip off the wooden brace.  By the time the third and fourth sneeze exploded from his mouth and nose, Large had stepped away from the window and was doing a jig on the lawn as his entire body reacted to the immense sternutation.

     God heard the first sneeze.  Instantly, he pinpointed the direction from whence it came and began to move.  By the time the fourth sneeze was wracking Large's body, rendering him completely unaware of his immediate surroundings, God had come from behind him, knocked the gun from his hand and seized him in a headlock.

     His lips pressed close to Large's ear and he whispered, "I expected much better of you, detective.  How utterly disappointing this is."  He pulled tighter as Large tried to worm his way loose.  God chuckled in his ear.  "Maybe you shouldn't have smoked that last joint?  You're as weak as a kitten."  He yanked on Large's neck again and pulled him toward the back yard, completely immune to his prisoner's futile punches that bounced off his iron hard stomach and chest.

     At the doorway leading to the Room, God released him and pushed him so hard that Large could not keep his feet and slid, headfirst, into the table on which Jeffrey was secured.  The bonk, as his head struck the table legs resounded throughout the room and God smiled.  "Welcome to Heaven, Detective Plano."                                              

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     God had the ability to contact Magdala mentally, with telepathy, but only over short distances.  Tennenbaum's was much too far away and he was forced to use his cell phone.  Keeping an eye on Large, who still lay crumbled on the floor, not unconscious but certainly groggy and disoriented after the blow to his head.  God wasn't worried that Large would get up and try anything...at least not in the next couple of minutes; still, he pulled the black glove off of his right hand - just in case.

    Holding the phone in his left hand, he heard two rings and then Magdala's voice.  "I have the deputy," her silky voice announced.

    God enjoyed the sound of Magdala's voice.  It was softly erotic with a slightly European accent.  He could listen to her talk for hours, especially when that talk was "bed talk".  His cock swelled at the brief remembrance of her sexy body stretched out over his bed, her legs spread wide as he stood between them driving his ten inches of holiness into her...her taunts of "**** me, **** me harder" ringing in his ears.  As quickly as the thought came, it disappeared, but not his hard on.  "There's been a pleasant change of plans.  Detective Plano has made an unexpected visit and we won't be needing the deputy after all."

    "Oh...pity.  Well, what shall I do with him?"

    God chuckled and said, "I'm sure you can think of something amusing."  He pictured Magdala's mind churning with methods of "playing" with her new boy toy before adding, "Do whatever you like...on second thought, why don't you bring him here.  We can have a threesome."

    "Threesomes are tedious.  Are you planning on dispatching the detective and the boy so soon?"

    "Plano, for sure.  He's important to my plans.  The boy?  Well, we'll see about that."  He grinned.  Magdala with one stud and one sissy boy would be something to see.

    "Okay.  I'll see you soon."

    God heard her phone click off and he instantly turned his attention back to his prisoners.  Large had moved to a sitting position but still hadn't gotten his bearings, yet.  Jeffrey was unconscious.  He lay sprawled, spreadeagled on the table.  His slight wounds had stopped bleeding and he seemed to be breathing okay. 

    God replaced his right hand glove and, in four quick steps, reached where Large sat moaning and slowly shaking his head.  He leaned down and with one hand, grabbed Large by the shirt collar and lifted him to his feet.  Without pause, he walked toward the inside wall, carrying Large several inches off the floor with ease.  He slammed Large's back against the wall, standing him straight up and fastened his arms to the wall with prepositioned Velcro straps.  Stepping back, God admired the cruciform shape he'd created with Large's body.

    He left the room and returned a minute later with a bucket of water.  Standing a couple of feet away, he splashed Large's face and upper body with the entire contents of the bucket.  Large shivered and came abruptly awake and, at least partially, aware of his surroundings.

    "I've decided to show you some of the bigger picture, detective."