Page 147 of Wild Thing
I’ll never forget the sound of his pants dropping to the floor. I felt pure terror at the thought of what was about to happen.
He was going to rape me.
I needed to scream, needed to shout for help, but I couldn’t. I was petrified and injured.
Possibly concussed.
Steven tore at my dress, pulling it up over my hips, and roughly forcing my legs apart with his knee. I cried out and begged him to stop.
But he didn’t. The demented sicko liked seeing me in such a weakened, desperate state.
He pressed his crotch into my ass. I gagged—he was hard.
I begged him to stop again and again.
But Steven was a monster, there wasn’t a shred of humanity left in him. He leaned into me harder, crushing my lungs and squeezing the breath from me.
“I’m going to fuck some manners into you," he hissed.
His drunken breath seeped onto my neck, as he tore at the top half of my dress, reaching to my front and roughly grabbing one of my breasts.
I gritted my teeth and thrashed. If he was going to rape me, I decided to go down swinging.
I told myself to get the fuck up, spit your blood at him and go down fighting until you've got nothing left. “Fuck you Steven!”
He responded with pure venom. He ripped at my dress, then my underwear, attempting to gain access.
I screamed, bucked and thrashed against him. I struggled to break my wrists free from his iron grip. I threw all of my body weight into trying to break free, but each time I moved, he pressed into me harder.
“Stay fucking still, slut!”
I could feel the glass shards piercing the skin on my face. I felt worried about having shards of glass in my eyes and if I'd need eye surgery after this was over.My eyes. Please not near my eyes.
I wondered what style of glasses I might wear. It's funny what your mind does when it's in the throws of a traumatic incident.
“Get off me!” I screamed, using the very last bit of energy I had. I was so weakened from having my head slammed into the mirror. The alcohol in my system hadn’t helped either.
I was spent, done.
Defeated.
I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to any god that would listen that this would be over quickly.
At that moment, the hotel door kicked open.
Someone must have heard my cries for help and had sent hotel security. Thank god!
My eyes sprang open. A sob escaped from my mouth when I realized who it was.
It wasn’t security.
It was Brax.
Brax looked like death incarnate, pure unrelenting rage emanating from him as he realized what was unfolding in suite 1402.
He was as fast as lightning, forcefully pulling Steven off me.
Steven was about to get fucked up.
