Fractured Lies (MAC Security 1)

I gasped when his boot connected with my ribs again curling into a fetal position, the pain too much to bear.

“I’ve had enough of your attitude.” He sneered and took a step back. I closed my eyes wishing for something or someone to make him stop.

I heard a drawer open and close, then his footsteps came towards me.

His body blocked the light coming through the kitchen window as he stood over me.

His face a mask that could only be described as pure evil, his eyes twinkled, a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth.

How had I never seen that before?

Or had I seen it? But chose to ignore it?

My eyes caught the glint of something in his hand. I gasped when I saw the large knife.

I wriggled between his feet. The pain in my ribs intensified, but I had to get away.

“Now, now” he said in a calm voice and lowered himself, straddling me.

I wriggled and bucked determined not to get caught underneath him. I didn’t care about the pain, all I wanted was to get away from him. From that knife.

He cursed when I smacked against his stomach. He answered me with a punch to the face, his fist slamming into my eye two more times before he pulled back.

Each blow harder than the one before.

I’d never felt anything like the force of those punches. He’d never hit me as hard as he did then. I struggled to keep my eye open, I had to see him from all angles otherwise I’d be in real trouble.

If I couldn’t see what was coming things would be worse.

A lot worse.

“Keep still,” he warned with the knife in the air. I thrashed again until my belt caught my eye, lying on the floor just a few feet away.

I stilled.

This could be my way out. If I could just reach it then I could use something out of it against him, I didn’t care what it was. I was just desperate to get away from him.

“That’s it,” he smirked “Be a good girl and keep still.”

I stared at the belt as he ran the knife up the middle of my shirt, the fabric splitting in two. He stopped just under my breasts and ran the tip of the knife down my side. The cold metal sending a shiver through me.

He groaned. His eyes flashing as they landed on my side.

I moved my arm out slowly, careful not to alert him.

I gasped, his fist catching me by surprise. His punch landing in the same place that he’d just kicked me.

The pain so intense that I was sure I’d pass out.

“Ahhh,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he tilted his head tilted back.

I moved my arm back out, aware that it was one of those now or never moments. I didn’t know this man anymore, I was starting to think that I’d never truly known him. How had I not seen how unpredictable and dangerous he was? The heavy weight of his body made it hard to move much but I managed to crawl my fingers closer to one of the belt loops.

His eyes popped open. I stilled.

“You like that don’t you?”

I kept silent. I wouldn’t win in any verbal match.