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is wearing a thong!” The aggressor holding me
pinned chortled quietly. “Well, luck be a
lady tonight …”
I felt my thong being ripped down my thighs, and I realized that I was
totally, resoundingly fucked…
“Hey, who the fuck is–”
There was the sound of scuffling shoes, and a hard blow. The other thug
went down, crumpling into some boxes. I felt the guy holding me down release
his grip and take a step back.
“Who the fuck do you think you
are?” He snarled. I ripped at the knot of my blindfold, desperate to free
myself and see what was really happening.
Whatever was going on, it was a brawl. Fists flew, shoes scraped against
the uneven pavement, and grunts of pain were exchanged.
I finally tugged the blindfold free, just in time to watch Lex Lambert
dig his knee into the gut of my would-be rapist, dropping him to his knees and
palms. Lex paused to check me, and I saw someone rise up behind him – the other
asshole, by the looks of it.
With the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t shout at the danger or untie my own
wrists, so I bobbed my head. Lex turned, just in time to take a walloping blow
to the side of his cheek. He slipped, steadying himself against the wall,
before bouncing free and headbutting the guy in the nose.
“God dammit! ” The thug
screeched. “By dose!” Blood was gushing from his nose, which was unnaturally
bent and partially flattened. “You broke by dose, you fucking biece of shit!”
“I’ll break more of you if you touch this fucking woman again,” Lex
snarled, digging the heel of his boot into the guy’s balls.
Whimpering, he clutched himself and collapsed down to his knees. Lex
lifted his foot and delivered another kick, this time straight to the side of
the guy’s head.
“That’ll teach ya,” he muttered to himself.
He whirled back around and untied the restraints on my wrists. Finally,
I managed to tug the gag from my lips, gasping in fear and breathlessness.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed. “Holy fucking shit, oh fuck, oh god…”
“It’s okay now,” Lex whispered, drawing me close. His toughened fingers
held my cheeks, and he gazed deeply into my eyes. “I’m here now. They won’t
hurt you. I’ve taken care of them…”
The one of the ground had risen up again, and loomed menacingly behind
Lex. He was ready to end this, once and for all…
“Lex, wait! ” I fearfully
gasped, staring over his shoulder at the attacker.
He turned, but it was too late. Lex took another solid blow to the head
that sent him clattering against the wall, where his head collided with a sick
thud. My rescuer crumped to the pavement uselessly, knocked completely out
cold.
In that instant, my fingers graced a glass bottle. Before the thug could
turn his attention to me, I snatched it up, smashing it upside his head. He
took a step back in surprise as I lunged forward with the broken glass, but his
foot caught, and he slipped backwards, smashing into a dumpster.
He had just started to get up when I saw it. The gun they’d held on me
sat at my feet. I swept it up into my hand, pointing it at the asshole and
screaming for him to stay on the ground. Bending over, I shook Lex by his
blazer, smacking his face with my free hand. He was out cold, but blood was
pooling from his head.
Oh fuck. Oh god, no…
“HELP! “ I screamed at the top of my lungs, clutching desperately to any
semblance of hope. “CAN ANYBODY PLEASE HELP ME?!”
Chapter 6
Lex
Being a world-class football player meant that waking up in a hospital
bed was not exactly a foreign
experience to me. I’d taken my fair share of blows during the sport, on and off the field...
The first thing I noticed was that I was disoriented by the amount of
space I had. The kind of treatment I was used to in England would have been cramped
at best. Hospitals in London aren’t known for their
pinned chortled quietly. “Well, luck be a
lady tonight …”
I felt my thong being ripped down my thighs, and I realized that I was
totally, resoundingly fucked…
“Hey, who the fuck is–”
There was the sound of scuffling shoes, and a hard blow. The other thug
went down, crumpling into some boxes. I felt the guy holding me down release
his grip and take a step back.
“Who the fuck do you think you
are?” He snarled. I ripped at the knot of my blindfold, desperate to free
myself and see what was really happening.
Whatever was going on, it was a brawl. Fists flew, shoes scraped against
the uneven pavement, and grunts of pain were exchanged.
I finally tugged the blindfold free, just in time to watch Lex Lambert
dig his knee into the gut of my would-be rapist, dropping him to his knees and
palms. Lex paused to check me, and I saw someone rise up behind him – the other
asshole, by the looks of it.
With the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t shout at the danger or untie my own
wrists, so I bobbed my head. Lex turned, just in time to take a walloping blow
to the side of his cheek. He slipped, steadying himself against the wall,
before bouncing free and headbutting the guy in the nose.
“God dammit! ” The thug
screeched. “By dose!” Blood was gushing from his nose, which was unnaturally
bent and partially flattened. “You broke by dose, you fucking biece of shit!”
“I’ll break more of you if you touch this fucking woman again,” Lex
snarled, digging the heel of his boot into the guy’s balls.
Whimpering, he clutched himself and collapsed down to his knees. Lex
lifted his foot and delivered another kick, this time straight to the side of
the guy’s head.
“That’ll teach ya,” he muttered to himself.
He whirled back around and untied the restraints on my wrists. Finally,
I managed to tug the gag from my lips, gasping in fear and breathlessness.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed. “Holy fucking shit, oh fuck, oh god…”
“It’s okay now,” Lex whispered, drawing me close. His toughened fingers
held my cheeks, and he gazed deeply into my eyes. “I’m here now. They won’t
hurt you. I’ve taken care of them…”
The one of the ground had risen up again, and loomed menacingly behind
Lex. He was ready to end this, once and for all…
“Lex, wait! ” I fearfully
gasped, staring over his shoulder at the attacker.
He turned, but it was too late. Lex took another solid blow to the head
that sent him clattering against the wall, where his head collided with a sick
thud. My rescuer crumped to the pavement uselessly, knocked completely out
cold.
In that instant, my fingers graced a glass bottle. Before the thug could
turn his attention to me, I snatched it up, smashing it upside his head. He
took a step back in surprise as I lunged forward with the broken glass, but his
foot caught, and he slipped backwards, smashing into a dumpster.
He had just started to get up when I saw it. The gun they’d held on me
sat at my feet. I swept it up into my hand, pointing it at the asshole and
screaming for him to stay on the ground. Bending over, I shook Lex by his
blazer, smacking his face with my free hand. He was out cold, but blood was
pooling from his head.
Oh fuck. Oh god, no…
“HELP! “ I screamed at the top of my lungs, clutching desperately to any
semblance of hope. “CAN ANYBODY PLEASE HELP ME?!”
Chapter 6
Lex
Being a world-class football player meant that waking up in a hospital
bed was not exactly a foreign
experience to me. I’d taken my fair share of blows during the sport, on and off the field...
The first thing I noticed was that I was disoriented by the amount of
space I had. The kind of treatment I was used to in England would have been cramped
at best. Hospitals in London aren’t known for their
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