Page 148 of Wild Thing
Brax dragged Steven down the hallway by his shirt. He struggled to free himself, but it was of no use. He was wasted and sloppy; while Brax was sober and at full strength.
Brax pressed Steven into the back of the lounge, fisted his shirt and punched Steven in the face. Twice.
The force of the second punch caused Steven to fall backwards over the back of the lounge. Steven didn't have a chance to get up before Brax was over him.
He pulled his sorry ass up by the collar of his shirt.
Holding Steven by the shoulder, Brax dropped his arm low and punched him in the stomach, winding him.
Once.
Twice.
Then a hook to the kidney.
Steven dropped to the floor and doubled over, gasping for air.
Brax watched him for a few seconds.
But he wasn’t done.
Brax was unleashed and scarily violent. He continued to beat the shit out of him. I lost count at the kicks to Steven's stomach and back.
I wondered how someone could survive such a brutal assault.
Brax paused, gasping for air, exhaustion catching up to him.
"Dylan?" he asked, breathless. "You want any revenge on this fucker?"
I wasn't normally a violent person. But when you've been sexually harassed and almost raped, ones view can change. I thought about how many woman would like the opportunity to seek revenge on those who stripped them of their innocence.
I limped over to where Brax was standing over Steven and glared daggers down at him. He was in the foetal position, curled around himself.
Steven spluttered out something that sounded like an apology. "I-I'm-sorry," he groaned.
I placed one of my stiletto heels onto his cheek and pressed down, pushing the pointy heel into his skin. It pierced through his skin, drawing blood.
He squirmed and moaned from the pressure.
Part of me wanted to pierce the heel straight through his cheek, but I knew that would make me feel worse. I already felt like a shell of a human; I wouldn't let Steven kill the last remaining light inside of me.
I removed my foot, releasing the pressure. There was a deep gash on cheek from where my heel had been.
I hoped I'd scarred him forever.
Keeping my eyes on Steven, I gave Brax instructions. "Finish him."
Brax understood the assignment. He hurled Steven's bleeding, limp body off the floor and slammed him into the window.
Steven was barely conscious. Blood was trickling from his cheek.
Brax wrapped one of his tattooed hands around Steven’s throat, and squeezed. Steven's face reddened, before changing to a blueish purple as he was slowly deprived of oxygen.
Brax was choking him. To death, it seemed.
"Look at me so I know you can fucking hear me," Brax commanded.
Steven struggled to open his eyes. They were already swelling shut.
