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one’s calling my name, aren’t you, blondie? Fuck you’re really something special.”
Behind the gag, I make throaty shrills. I’m unable to reach a phone or any petty object to fight back. I twist and thrash, and the intruder pulls me across the room by my hair. His knee connects with my chest, forcing me onto the sofa. The back of my head hits hard against the arm rest. I feel my stomach rise, and I choke on its bitter acid.
“One way or another, blondie I’m gonna fuck you, so stop kicking, bitch.”
I’m like a terrorized doe in headlights as I watch him loosen his pants. They drop to his knees, and he takes no chances with my shorts, dragging them down and yanking them off at my feet. My sandals are lost in them with my underwear. I try lashing out with my legs, managing to kick his chest and face. I moan and whimper.
My head is heavy, raided with thoughts. I want Sofie returning to the house close enough to detect that’s something’s off, but I don’t want her anywhere inside.
Please, somebody. Help me.
“You don’t listen, blondie. Don’t fight me, bitch! Stop kicking.”
His hand claws around my neck, and it presses my head deep into the sofa. My abdomen constricts, and I can’t breathe. My lungs expel a cough. My upper body is overcome but my legs don’t quit. His other arm slides around my waist heaving me to his pelvis and his vile, disgusting flesh is against mine.
Oh, God. Please, no! Please don’t rape me. I’d rather die.
I’m so weak, and my breath is trapped and fading.
“I’ll let you breathe so I can see your tits,” he says, releasing my throat to dig his hand under my top. I sense the mask hides a demented smile, and my chest recovers from the throttlehold.
“Fuck, blondie. I can come just looking at you.”
From above, two arms pull the attacker off my exhausted body. He’s hauled back, and my rescuer strikes and tackles him against a wall. The console and frames are caught in the battle, toppling over. My saviour is nimble and obviously a skilled fighter. I’m breathing heavily, trembling and panic-stricken when I recognize my knight in shining armor. I reconcile that sweet salvation has arrived for me.
Alecsander.
He heads for the man bolting down the white stairway who makes a failed attempt to leave the house. With my hands still fastened behind me, my legs fidget, endeavouring to slide a throw cover over my naked form. I’m utterly depleted.
Alec restrains the men, calling for help before rushing to my side. He unties the gag and releases my hands. At last I can properly veil my body.
His palms press against my cheeks, and his grey-blue eyes empty themselves into mine. They sear a moment longer and then he stands, flashing across the room to return to the trespassers. They’re barely moving, but they’re not dead. Their breathing is dim, and I can see the slight rise and fall of their chests. What are they doing in this town? These things don’t happen in a place like this. We should be going to bed with our doors unlocked.
Alec affronts them. He growls insults and at the same time remembers to check in on me. He makes another call demanding an update if help’s been dispatched. Siren lights hit the windows, and finally we hear a car advancing towards the house.
Next to Sofie, I sit numb and dazed on a loveseat. It’s after 3:00 am, and Alec and Jay escort the sheriffs out before returning to our sides. Alec recovers the spills and evidence from the fight, and Jason offers water and Advil, which I accept. I’m fully clothed with a blanket over my shoulders, and Sofie’s looking around the room, biting her nails and stroking my hair.
They watched us, waiting for the right moment to move in, and even succeeded with most of their plan. Sheriff McBride said it was an easy, common plot, and thank God it was only almost flawless. It was probably all for drug money, and they knew the signs of a vulnerable house. He’ll call us sometime in the morning
Behind the gag, I make throaty shrills. I’m unable to reach a phone or any petty object to fight back. I twist and thrash, and the intruder pulls me across the room by my hair. His knee connects with my chest, forcing me onto the sofa. The back of my head hits hard against the arm rest. I feel my stomach rise, and I choke on its bitter acid.
“One way or another, blondie I’m gonna fuck you, so stop kicking, bitch.”
I’m like a terrorized doe in headlights as I watch him loosen his pants. They drop to his knees, and he takes no chances with my shorts, dragging them down and yanking them off at my feet. My sandals are lost in them with my underwear. I try lashing out with my legs, managing to kick his chest and face. I moan and whimper.
My head is heavy, raided with thoughts. I want Sofie returning to the house close enough to detect that’s something’s off, but I don’t want her anywhere inside.
Please, somebody. Help me.
“You don’t listen, blondie. Don’t fight me, bitch! Stop kicking.”
His hand claws around my neck, and it presses my head deep into the sofa. My abdomen constricts, and I can’t breathe. My lungs expel a cough. My upper body is overcome but my legs don’t quit. His other arm slides around my waist heaving me to his pelvis and his vile, disgusting flesh is against mine.
Oh, God. Please, no! Please don’t rape me. I’d rather die.
I’m so weak, and my breath is trapped and fading.
“I’ll let you breathe so I can see your tits,” he says, releasing my throat to dig his hand under my top. I sense the mask hides a demented smile, and my chest recovers from the throttlehold.
“Fuck, blondie. I can come just looking at you.”
From above, two arms pull the attacker off my exhausted body. He’s hauled back, and my rescuer strikes and tackles him against a wall. The console and frames are caught in the battle, toppling over. My saviour is nimble and obviously a skilled fighter. I’m breathing heavily, trembling and panic-stricken when I recognize my knight in shining armor. I reconcile that sweet salvation has arrived for me.
Alecsander.
He heads for the man bolting down the white stairway who makes a failed attempt to leave the house. With my hands still fastened behind me, my legs fidget, endeavouring to slide a throw cover over my naked form. I’m utterly depleted.
Alec restrains the men, calling for help before rushing to my side. He unties the gag and releases my hands. At last I can properly veil my body.
His palms press against my cheeks, and his grey-blue eyes empty themselves into mine. They sear a moment longer and then he stands, flashing across the room to return to the trespassers. They’re barely moving, but they’re not dead. Their breathing is dim, and I can see the slight rise and fall of their chests. What are they doing in this town? These things don’t happen in a place like this. We should be going to bed with our doors unlocked.
Alec affronts them. He growls insults and at the same time remembers to check in on me. He makes another call demanding an update if help’s been dispatched. Siren lights hit the windows, and finally we hear a car advancing towards the house.
Next to Sofie, I sit numb and dazed on a loveseat. It’s after 3:00 am, and Alec and Jay escort the sheriffs out before returning to our sides. Alec recovers the spills and evidence from the fight, and Jason offers water and Advil, which I accept. I’m fully clothed with a blanket over my shoulders, and Sofie’s looking around the room, biting her nails and stroking my hair.
They watched us, waiting for the right moment to move in, and even succeeded with most of their plan. Sheriff McBride said it was an easy, common plot, and thank God it was only almost flawless. It was probably all for drug money, and they knew the signs of a vulnerable house. He’ll call us sometime in the morning
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