lousy fuck? You barely last ten minutes. All I had to do was fake an orgasm and moan like a porn star and you’d shoot off, so proud of your accomplishment.”
He jumped out of the chair and was across the room before I could react. He shoved me into the wall and shoved his face into mine.
“I’ll show you a good fuck.” He said groping at my clothes. He ripped my shirt and shoved it down to my waist. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wish that you’d never gone to the police. I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to kill you. When I drop your dead body into the ocean, no one will ever find it and I’ll never see a day of jail time.”
I was trembling and gasping for breath. By the time the police got here, I’d be raped and possibly dead. I wouldn’t let him rape me, no matter what I refused to let him have that victory over me. Maybe he’d kill me in the struggle but I had to fight.
When he was preoccupied trying to get my pants off, I used his distraction to grab the statue on the table next to us and hit him over the head. He screamed and covered his head, giving me a chance to get out of his reach. I ran to the hallway and towards the front door. I guess I assumed that he’d be down for longer because I’d only just gotten my hand on the nob and my phone in my hand when he tackled me. I screamed as loudly as I could hoping that someone would hear all the noise and come to help. It was a long shot but I had to do everything I could for the chance to live.
He started punching me and kicking my face and every blow was agony. He was yelling and cursing me with every kick. I tried to curl into myself to protect my ribs and stomach. He was so lost in his anger that he didn’t care what he was kicking, he just wanted me to hurt. I was crying and screaming and making noise but it was hard to breath through the pain he was inflicting. I tried to move through the pain and get to him to do some damage but he was stronger than me. He lifted me up and threw me into the stairs. I felt something in my arm snap and my vision began to fade. The pain was overwhelming and I prayed to lose consciousness. I didn’t want to die this way, feeling every punch and kick. He yanked me by my hair and pulled me level with his face.
“You are going to stay awake for every second of this. You’ll pray that I just let you die and I won’t do it. You deserve to suffer after all the problems you’ve caused me.”
I was almost ready to beg. I had blood dripping into my eyes and I knew that my arm was broken. My ribs felt bruised, possible fractured. Any moment he could cause my lungs to puncture. I’d only thought I was beaten before.
His hands wrapped around my throat and he squeezed, he held on long enough that my vision grayed and I started passing out from lack of oxygen. Right when I started to lost consciousness he let go, leaving me gasping for breath and sobbing.
He was grinning down at me savagely, eyes glittering with excitement when the door burst open. Men in suits with guns, lead by Jackson, yelled at Brett.
“Don’t fucking move you asshole.” Jackson said his voice quiet but full of intent.
Brett grinned savagely at Jackson and then brought his foot down on my broken arm. I screamed in pain and everything faded out. I heard a single gunshot and then I gave myself over to the welcoming darkness and freedom from pain.
Chapter Twelve
I was pulled slowly from the darkness by sensations. Pain first, then thirst and the need to pee. The memories of what caused me to lose consciousness had me jerking my eyes open and searching frantically to figure out where I was. I looked to my left and saw monitors and to my right was my IV stand. Hospital, I thought. But the bed I was in was so nice and the room looked more like a hotel. Something about it seemed familiar but I knew one thing, Brett wasn’t here. This was Jackson’s doing. The expense and opulence was
He jumped out of the chair and was across the room before I could react. He shoved me into the wall and shoved his face into mine.
“I’ll show you a good fuck.” He said groping at my clothes. He ripped my shirt and shoved it down to my waist. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wish that you’d never gone to the police. I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to kill you. When I drop your dead body into the ocean, no one will ever find it and I’ll never see a day of jail time.”
I was trembling and gasping for breath. By the time the police got here, I’d be raped and possibly dead. I wouldn’t let him rape me, no matter what I refused to let him have that victory over me. Maybe he’d kill me in the struggle but I had to fight.
When he was preoccupied trying to get my pants off, I used his distraction to grab the statue on the table next to us and hit him over the head. He screamed and covered his head, giving me a chance to get out of his reach. I ran to the hallway and towards the front door. I guess I assumed that he’d be down for longer because I’d only just gotten my hand on the nob and my phone in my hand when he tackled me. I screamed as loudly as I could hoping that someone would hear all the noise and come to help. It was a long shot but I had to do everything I could for the chance to live.
He started punching me and kicking my face and every blow was agony. He was yelling and cursing me with every kick. I tried to curl into myself to protect my ribs and stomach. He was so lost in his anger that he didn’t care what he was kicking, he just wanted me to hurt. I was crying and screaming and making noise but it was hard to breath through the pain he was inflicting. I tried to move through the pain and get to him to do some damage but he was stronger than me. He lifted me up and threw me into the stairs. I felt something in my arm snap and my vision began to fade. The pain was overwhelming and I prayed to lose consciousness. I didn’t want to die this way, feeling every punch and kick. He yanked me by my hair and pulled me level with his face.
“You are going to stay awake for every second of this. You’ll pray that I just let you die and I won’t do it. You deserve to suffer after all the problems you’ve caused me.”
I was almost ready to beg. I had blood dripping into my eyes and I knew that my arm was broken. My ribs felt bruised, possible fractured. Any moment he could cause my lungs to puncture. I’d only thought I was beaten before.
His hands wrapped around my throat and he squeezed, he held on long enough that my vision grayed and I started passing out from lack of oxygen. Right when I started to lost consciousness he let go, leaving me gasping for breath and sobbing.
He was grinning down at me savagely, eyes glittering with excitement when the door burst open. Men in suits with guns, lead by Jackson, yelled at Brett.
“Don’t fucking move you asshole.” Jackson said his voice quiet but full of intent.
Brett grinned savagely at Jackson and then brought his foot down on my broken arm. I screamed in pain and everything faded out. I heard a single gunshot and then I gave myself over to the welcoming darkness and freedom from pain.
Chapter Twelve
I was pulled slowly from the darkness by sensations. Pain first, then thirst and the need to pee. The memories of what caused me to lose consciousness had me jerking my eyes open and searching frantically to figure out where I was. I looked to my left and saw monitors and to my right was my IV stand. Hospital, I thought. But the bed I was in was so nice and the room looked more like a hotel. Something about it seemed familiar but I knew one thing, Brett wasn’t here. This was Jackson’s doing. The expense and opulence was
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