Page 14 of Crowned In Blood
The fall, the consequences, none of it mattered. I'd rather die than let him touch me, even if it meant taking my own life.
I sprinted toward the balcony. Fernando lunged toward me, but I leapt onto the bed.
Jumping off the mattress, I was almost free when he grabbed my ankle.
I fell, catching myself before my face slammed into the floor. Fernando crawled on top of me, forcing me onto my back.
Using every ounce of strength I had, I fought, screaming, growling, thrashing like a demon being dragged back to hell. But he'd pinned my legs with his own, rendering my kicks useless.
I raked my nails across his face, scratching his eye, before punching him. He yowled in pain, but it didn't faze him. Fisting my hair, he pulled my head up, and slammed me back down.
The world spun, stars burst before my eyes, and blood pulsed in my ears. He did it again and again until my body went limp, my vision hazy. Finally, he let go of my hair, ripping the last of my clothes.
No! Move, move, move! Please!
A whimper escaped me as I begged,pleadingwith my body to respond. My limbs were heavy, the room spinning. Still, I fought to push or shove him away, but it was no use.
"Look at you, so vulnerable, completely defenseless." He sneered, his hands gripping my hair again. "Beg, Catalina. Beg for me to not do this to you. Whimper. Cry for me."
His laugh echoed through the room.
I couldn't stop this. There was no way out. No escape. He was going to rape me.
In the end, it didn't matter how hard I tried, how hard I fought. This was always going to be the outcome. He was going to win.
My eyes closed, my body ready to give up…
No. No!
Opening my eyes, I moved my hands to fight him again.But Fernando pinned them above my head, grinding his hips against mine, his erection pressing against me.
"That's right, keep fighting me," he growled, tightening his grip on my wrists with one hand, while his other pulled down the zipper of his pants, releasing his cock.
I wiggled my hips, trying to stop him from removing my panties. His grip loosened, and I got my hands free, but he pinned them down again, my shoulder bumping the edge of a table.
Yes! If I can just?—
I hit the table again, but it didn’t budge. Fernando reared back to punch me, and I braced for the blow.
Thunk.
His face went slack. His smile vanished, his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed on top of me.
Unable to breathe under his weight, I shoved at his shoulders, kicked at his legs, gasping for air, until finally I pulled myself from under him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my blurry vision. There were four versions of Fernando spinning on the ground, but they were all still.
Is he dead?
I pressed on my chest, then hit it several times to calm myself down and think clearly.
What just happened?I did my best to scan the room, and while it was in shambles, none of the doors or windows were open.
I tried to stand, but the room spun, and my body shook uncontrollably. Slowly, I crawled around Fernando's body, inch by inch, until I found a vase with blood on its side.
My savior was none other than one of his prized pieces of art—a heavy, bronze antique vase.
I slumped against the floor, relief flooding through me as tears filled my eyes. Then reality set in and panic gripped me again.
