Page 40 of The Way We Rot
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He dove for me, his shoulder slamming into my chest as we crashed into the wall and he pinned me there, using every bit of weight he had.
I hated it. Being under the control of any man. “Please,” I begged, switching up my tone, wincing at the ache. It made everything rush back, old, dreadful memories I’d kept buried. Men above me, above other women. But like each other time, I used it. Refused to cower in my mind, even if I was faking it on the outside.
He laughed. “So easy.” His hand grabbed my face again, squeezing until my lips popped open and his tongue snaked into my mouth. I fought not to gag.
And shit, I battled to behave. To do what he wanted to, so I could get through this. I really did. It would have been the right thing to do.
But when his tongue wiggled against my teeth, I blanked on why the hell I would let him.
I bit down, his tongue between my back teeth with how far in he’d been trying to shove it. He tried to shout, but it was hard with my teeth crushing his writhing tongue.
I squeezed my jaw, screaming in my throat, until blood gushed and my teeth met, and he ripped himself away, yelling and hollering, uncaring about who might hear as he dribbled blood on the floor and grappled with his mangled tongue.
I grinned and spat out the flesh I’d caught.
“You’re a psycho bitch,” he said, but it was all muffled and stupid sounding. I walked up to him, his eyes wary on me now.
“What did you want from me?” I asked, smirking, unable to stop it. It was too much like what life used to be like. Nostalgic, even. Memories of my kills washed over me, bolstering me. Every time a man had made me feel like this, when I was working in that shithole diner, I’d taken it, until one day, I didn’t. That was the start of the new me, and who Randal was glaring at now.Even when my stomach churned with it, simple familiarity winning out.
But his eyes darkened, and he reminded me that he had the upper hand in strength and power. With blood streaming from his mouth, he picked me up and threw me to the floor. My forehead slammed onto the cold concrete, probably re-opening the wound almost healed. Something cracked anyway. Skin or bone.
Randal’s hands moved everywhere, and I fought against him with everything I had as he ripped my pants off, tearing them right from my body like they were nothing. He used his knees to spread my legs while I squirmed and tried; I fuckingtried, to make him stop, to get away from him.
But he was strong. And my constitution was weak. Flashes of my first killings came to mind. If I could focus on them, the retribution I’d achieved…
When his hands groped between my thighs, fondling at my labia, shoving thick fingers inside me, I only had it in me to be grateful it wasn’t my ass he was planning on violating. My nails clawed into the hard floor, bracing myself.
It was time to switch off, let it happen, and work out how to get revenge later. It was. Time. To switch. Off.
But my brain just wouldn’t. No matter how much I tried to shutter away, my limbs didn’t stop fighting, my feet didn’t stop kicking, and my face, squashed under his meaty palm, didn’t stop pleading with him.
The whole prison could probably hear what was happening, and the crackle of Randal’s radio showed the first sign that this might not happen. That he might have to stop or lose his job. His own freedom.
But he did it. I screamed when he shoved his cock into my dry pussy, the squeaking drag of him against my inner walls harsh and grating.
“No!” I cried out. “Stop!”
Blood dripped from his mouth and onto my neck as he raped me, as he grunted and laughed, slamming himself inside my body over and over, rough and without rhythm, just brutal, violent.
Tears leaked from my eyes, my nails broke from clawing at the floor, and my brain wouldn’t switch off.Those men I’d killed, dying, crying, blood spurting… Please.
Pain made me want to vomit.
“Randal, what the fuck is going on?”a voice crackled through the radio — Darling. He was heresomewhere, coming, I hoped. I didn’t believe he would let this happen.
Despite what Randal had said, I didn’t believe it. CO Adrian Darling was falling for me, whether he wanted to be or not. This was a way to prove he wasn’t, but once he got here, saw what was happening, he’d put a stop to it.
He would.
Please, Adrian. I don’t want this.
Randal, of course, didn’t reply to Darling, but picked up his pace. Like he knew he was running out of time.
My mind darkened at last, just a fraction, as my teeth creaked in my jaw from pressure and something broke deep inside me. It was working. I was disappearing into myself, washing away the pain of Randal with the warmth deep within my mind.
