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Authors: Donald Wells
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“Damn, you are one sweet piece.”
He reached out and ripped my top off. It was just a white, sleeveless cotton shirt and it tore away easily. Next, he tried to rip my bra in two, but the thick stitching of the middle part of the front stymied his efforts, and he finally just broke the thin straps and pulled on it, until the hooks at the back gave way. He then tossed the new rag aside and gazed down at my breasts.
I asked him a question.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Hell yes!”
“That’s good, because they’re the last things you’re ever going to see.”
I pressed the button on the knife and thrust it upward until the point of the blade pierced the flesh beneath his chin, and as he opened his mouth to scream, I could see the long thin blade poking out of his ruptured tongue and continue into the roof of his mouth.
He grabbed at me blindly, as I had his head tilted back and his eyes were closed tight in reaction to the agony of the blade. I then twisted the knife hard and a choked cry issued from him that sounded more like a wheeze than a scream, afterward, I withdrew the knife and shifted it around to cut the plastic restraints that bound my wrists and ankles. I nearly dropped it twice because my hands were wet from my attacker’s blood.
It took me only three seconds to realize that by the time I cut through my bonds, it would be too late for Amy and Ramón.
Meanwhile the man had fallen out of the van and was crawling around in the dirt without purpose, and I briefly wondered if the blade had somehow damaged his optic nerve. I shuffled out of the van and searched the cab. On the passenger seat, I spied the shotgun; it was a 10 gauge with double triggers, lying beside it, was the satchel full of money.
I grabbed the shotgun off the seat and used an end of it to blow the horn three times, praying that the unexpected sound would halt the planned violence taking shape out in the darkness. I then tossed the gun back onto the seat and began cutting away at my restraints. It took nearly a minute to free myself, and I had just enough time to grab the shotgun and scramble beneath the van, as the sound of tentative footfalls reached my ears.
“Mike?” A voice whispered. “Mike, why did you blow the horn?”
Mike must be the name of my would-be rapist, who wriggled near the van like a wounded worm, as a soft moan dripped from his shredded mouth.
A shape emerged from the deeper shadows and then three more, and I was so happy to see Amy and Ramón unharmed that I nearly cried out in joy.
The first shadow grew closer and I could see that it was Derek; he had his gun out and was jerking his head this way and that, when he suddenly stopped and cried out.
“Mike! Shit man, what happened?”
As he walked closer, I took aim with the shotgun and pulled hard on the right trigger. The shot caught Derek in the chest and knocked him off his feet, and the recoil nearly dislocated my shoulder while causing my ears to ring, and my already aching head to throb.
As I moved out from beneath the van, Ramón headbutted Toby and sent the little man sprawling on his ass. I passed Ramón the knife as I walked over and shoved the barrel of the shotgun against Toby’s stomach.
“Move and you’re dead.” I said. At least I think I did, with the ringing in my ears, the only word I was able to make out was “dead”.
After cutting himself and Amy free, Ramón checked on Derek. He then looked over at me and shook his head, afterward; he searched Toby for weapons and came up with my .38 and his Desert Eagle. He then took off his shirt and handed it to me. He was already a mass of bruises from the kicks he received.
“Not that I mind the view...” He said.
I snatched the shirt and wriggled into it; with all the chaos and adrenaline, I had forgotten I was topless.
Amy ran over and hugged me. “Are you alright Aunt Blue?”
“I’m fine baby, what about you?”
She nodded her head and pointed down at Toby.
“He
He reached out and ripped my top off. It was just a white, sleeveless cotton shirt and it tore away easily. Next, he tried to rip my bra in two, but the thick stitching of the middle part of the front stymied his efforts, and he finally just broke the thin straps and pulled on it, until the hooks at the back gave way. He then tossed the new rag aside and gazed down at my breasts.
I asked him a question.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Hell yes!”
“That’s good, because they’re the last things you’re ever going to see.”
I pressed the button on the knife and thrust it upward until the point of the blade pierced the flesh beneath his chin, and as he opened his mouth to scream, I could see the long thin blade poking out of his ruptured tongue and continue into the roof of his mouth.
He grabbed at me blindly, as I had his head tilted back and his eyes were closed tight in reaction to the agony of the blade. I then twisted the knife hard and a choked cry issued from him that sounded more like a wheeze than a scream, afterward, I withdrew the knife and shifted it around to cut the plastic restraints that bound my wrists and ankles. I nearly dropped it twice because my hands were wet from my attacker’s blood.
It took me only three seconds to realize that by the time I cut through my bonds, it would be too late for Amy and Ramón.
Meanwhile the man had fallen out of the van and was crawling around in the dirt without purpose, and I briefly wondered if the blade had somehow damaged his optic nerve. I shuffled out of the van and searched the cab. On the passenger seat, I spied the shotgun; it was a 10 gauge with double triggers, lying beside it, was the satchel full of money.
I grabbed the shotgun off the seat and used an end of it to blow the horn three times, praying that the unexpected sound would halt the planned violence taking shape out in the darkness. I then tossed the gun back onto the seat and began cutting away at my restraints. It took nearly a minute to free myself, and I had just enough time to grab the shotgun and scramble beneath the van, as the sound of tentative footfalls reached my ears.
“Mike?” A voice whispered. “Mike, why did you blow the horn?”
Mike must be the name of my would-be rapist, who wriggled near the van like a wounded worm, as a soft moan dripped from his shredded mouth.
A shape emerged from the deeper shadows and then three more, and I was so happy to see Amy and Ramón unharmed that I nearly cried out in joy.
The first shadow grew closer and I could see that it was Derek; he had his gun out and was jerking his head this way and that, when he suddenly stopped and cried out.
“Mike! Shit man, what happened?”
As he walked closer, I took aim with the shotgun and pulled hard on the right trigger. The shot caught Derek in the chest and knocked him off his feet, and the recoil nearly dislocated my shoulder while causing my ears to ring, and my already aching head to throb.
As I moved out from beneath the van, Ramón headbutted Toby and sent the little man sprawling on his ass. I passed Ramón the knife as I walked over and shoved the barrel of the shotgun against Toby’s stomach.
“Move and you’re dead.” I said. At least I think I did, with the ringing in my ears, the only word I was able to make out was “dead”.
After cutting himself and Amy free, Ramón checked on Derek. He then looked over at me and shook his head, afterward; he searched Toby for weapons and came up with my .38 and his Desert Eagle. He then took off his shirt and handed it to me. He was already a mass of bruises from the kicks he received.
“Not that I mind the view...” He said.
I snatched the shirt and wriggled into it; with all the chaos and adrenaline, I had forgotten I was topless.
Amy ran over and hugged me. “Are you alright Aunt Blue?”
“I’m fine baby, what about you?”
She nodded her head and pointed down at Toby.
“He
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