The man removes the knife from my throat, trailing it between my breasts. “Are you going to be quiet if I remove my hand?”
I nod again.
I look up at the sky as the knife moves farther, focusing on the stars instead of the horror of my reality. I cry out when he grabs my breast roughly, pulling so hard it feels like he’s trying to rip it off my body.
“Oh yeah, these are some real nice titties. Pretty little things, just like the rest of you. I wonder if they taste as good as they feel.”
I whimper as I feel the cold blade against my shoulder before he cuts through one, then the other strap of my dress. He pushes the material out of the way and yanks my bra cups down, exposing my bare breasts. He rolls my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers before dipping his head and sucking one into his mouth. Bile rises in my throat but I hold it back, knowing if I vomited all over this guy, he’d be even rougher.
“Mmm, sweet as candy. I wonder how your pussy tastes.” He bunches the lower half of my dress up.
I don’t think I can take much more of this. I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“C’mon, man.” The other guy stands up and starts pacing nervously. “This isn’t what we’re getting paid for.”
What?! A scream curses inside my head when I feel the blade slicing through the strings on my panties. Asshole number one pulls the material away and leers down between my legs.
“Shut the fuck up,” he says. “Do you see this gorgeous little pussy?” He runs the handle of the blade over my mound, slowly dragging it lower. “She’s freshly waxed and everything. It’s like she was waiting for us. Our employer will understand.”
“Who’s your employer?” I bite out. I figure if I’m going to endure what’s about to happen, I might as well get information so I can kill the fucker responsible for this afterward.
“Did I say you could talk?” Asshole One tsks.
The handle of the blade presses into my clit before going lower again, stopping at my entrance. Oh, God, this is really happening. I’m about to be raped with a knife in the middle of nowhere by some psycho. Violence rages inside of me, demanding I fight back, giving me the adrenaline spike I need to make it out of this relatively unharmed.
I buck my body, catching my attacker by surprise. The blade flies out of his hand onto the ground beside me.
“You’re going to pay for that!” he screams right before punching me in the face.
Spots dance across my vision as I dive for the knife. I’m sure the alcohol and weed I’ve consumed tonight aren’t helping. My attacker and I grapple while the other guy keeps pacing, mumbling something to himself.
I get to my feet as my fingers wrap around the handle, raising the knife threateningly. “Stay away from me! My boyfriend is going to be here any second, you prick!”
Kingston’s not exactly my boyfriend, but that’s not important right now. Asshole One distances himself, but he doesn’t look nearly as bothered by the fact that I’m now wielding the weapon as he should be.
He gives me a smarmy smile. “Oh, you stupid, stupid girl. No one’s coming for you. Who do you think led the lamb to the slaughter?” The guy laughs as he sees doubt creeping in. “That’s right, sweetheart. Your precious boyfriend doesn’t give a shit about you. Neither do his friends. Sweet talking you out of your panties was all part of the plan. Now, you’re at our mercy.”
My hand starts shaking. No, he’s bluffing. He has to be bluffin
g. But why isn’t Kingston here yet, I wonder?
“You’re lying!” I scream, although there’s no conviction behind my words.
He holds his arms out to his side. “Am I? You don’t sound too sure.”
My hand is shaking violently now. I scream when he lunges for me, tackling me back to the ground. He’s twisting and squeezing my hand painfully, trying to get the knife but I refuse to let go. That is, until I hear a snap and excruciating pain forces me to release my grip.
He straddles me, raining blow after blow against my face. My eyes are filled with tears, making my vision blurry. One eye is so swollen, I can barely keep it open. The pain from my injuries are so intense, I’m drifting in and out of consciousness.
I keep fighting and screaming though, knowing it’s my only hope. This man is too enraged and nothing is going to stop him unless he’s incapacitated. I manage to land a solid blow to his nuts, causing him to bellow out in pain. The smile quickly dies on my bloodied and cracked lips when it feels like I’m being stabbed with a white-hot poker. Instinctively, I reach down with my broken hand and feel blood oozing out of my stomach.
My gaze locks on my attacker as I choke on the hot, metallic liquid rising up my throat. I turn my head, vomiting blood.
“Oh, shit, man!” the other guy yells. “You stabbed her! You fucking stabbed her! We need to get the hell out of here!”
The bastard stands up. “Look what you did, you dumb bitch. You could’ve just spread your legs and this would’ve never happened.” He gives me a swift kick to the stomach to punctuate his statement before both men flee.
I double over, clutching my wound, trying to stay alert, but I’m not very successful at it. I’m not sure how long I lay there in my tattered dress. It could be minutes. It could be hours. My mind races as my battered body accepts its fate.