No one is going to come and rescue me, I’m going to have to get myself out of this situation.
“Wait,” I shout again but he doesn’t stop taking his tie off. He only raises a brow at me, tossing the tie to the ground, his hands moving to the buttons on his shirt.
Fuck.
“I can help you take Giovanni down,” I try to negotiate.
The shirt is undone now and he tosses it next to the tie. He has a gut and the hair covering his chest is just as grey flecked as his hair. Revulsion moves through my stomach as he licks his lips. “I don’t need your help. I already have Giovanni right where I want him. The second he realizes I have you, he’ll be willing to do anything to get you back.”
Slowly he unzips his pants.
“He’ll come right to me, but you’ll already be dead and then he’ll be next.” He moves over to stand right in front of my chair. His white boxers peek from between his black slacks.
“Don’t do this,” I plead with him.
“I’m not doing anything.” He grins. “But you’re about to do a lot.”
He grabs onto the back of my head, tugging me forward roughly until his covered cock is pressed against my lips. He smells like sweat and something that makes me want to gag. He continues to thrust his crotch into my face, his dick hard, making it hard for me to breath.
He pulls back and I gasp.
He laugh sickly. “I told you I was going to use you up.”
He pushes his boxers down and I lean as far away from him as the chair allows but it doesn’t dissuade him. He wraps a hand in my hair, forcing me forward. The head of his cock hits my lips, but I refuse to open them.
“Open your mouth, you bitch!” He yanks my head, shaking me so hard that the room starts to spin but I still don’t open my mouth.
“I said open your fucking mouth.” He leans down, keeping me in his grasp, which pulls my head downward as he reaches into the pocket of the pants that are now at his ankles.
A silver glint flashes through the air and a second later, the cool knife is pressed to my throat, his dick back at my lips. “I said open up.”
I’d rather die than willingly open my mouth. I’m not going to let him scare me into doing what he wants.
“Be that way, you whore.”
I brace myself for the pain, for my throat to be split apart, but instead pain shoots through my leg. A scream rips from my lips as I look down and find the knife sticking out of my leg. Blood pools from the wound but I can’t even focus on it as Sheffield forces his dick into my open mouth.
I gag, the pain in my leg almost enough to make me pass out.
But I don’t.
And I’m still not going to go down without a fight.
Through the pain, I bite down as hard as I can. Sheffield is the one screaming now and he tries to detach himself from my teeth but I don’t let go. That fucker wanted into my mouth and now I’m going to bite his dick off if it’s the last fucking thing I do.
That metallic taste that I recognize as blood fills my mouth. Sheffield is thrashing now and when his hand smacks me in the side of the head, my vision starts to swim. Involuntarily, my mouth opens in reaction.
Just as a pop rings through the air.
Wetness splashes onto my face and I’m just able to make out Sheffield falling toward me. I try to move out of the way but it’s no use with my hands trapped beneath the seat. I brace myself as Sheffield’s body crashes down onto me, sending my chair flying backwards.
My skull cracks against the pavement.