he kept my mouth covered, it was unlikely that anyone would notice us from outside of the alley.
I was fucked.
"Don't scream again or I'll fucking kill you!" A knife lightly cut into my arm, just a nick, a reminder that he had the upper hand in every possible way. My eyes started watering, the pain amplified by the sheer terror I was experiencing. Although the adrenaline did numb the sensation, the cut—which proved that the knife existed—only served to inform me that I was in genuine trouble.
The first thing that hit my mind was Timothy. Had he plotted out his revenge, waiting until this big night to take action? My mind was running at a thousand miles per hour. Was he about to kill me for not returning to his side? I thought of every crazy killer in every horror movie, all of them blurring together and somehow inhabiting the body of my attacker.
Why the fuck had I posted the Facebook event on my own wall? Yeah, that was how Timothy found me. What was he about to do with me? Fucking social media! It was so stupid. I vowed to never use it again, vowed to never—
"You fucking cunt," the voice said, unnaturally low. "You fucked up my life and now I'm going to fuck up yours."
Whomever the voice belonged to wasn't speaking in their normal range, and that was clear to me. The voice kept caroming in my head as my heart beat out of control. Why would Timothy think that attacking me would solve any problems? What would he gain from hurting me?
But was that voice really Timothy's? If it wasn't him, then who the fuck was it? My mind was fragmented, disjointed as it tried to put anything together at light speed. There was no time for hesitation.
Who the fuck was attacking me? My dress tore and uncomfortably cool air tickled my thighs. Oh God, I know where this is going.
It didn't matter who was attacking me. Being attacked was being attacked. I had to survive this, to keep myself together until it was over. Jack would be on his way soon, he had to be.
There was a pulsing hardness against my thigh, a disgusting, vile, repulsive thing. The assailant's cock was already out, pressed against my bare skin as he forced me against the wall even harder. He ripped my panties off my body, literally tearing that seemingly flimsy material to provide him full access.
I couldn't figure it out. It had to be someone I knew based on what he said, and it seemed so fucking simple. It was probably Timothy; that was all I had.
Time was moving at warp speed while my mind crawled along. I instantly thought about how incredible life had been only a few minutes prior. I was about to move in with Jack, the man I wanted more than any other man on the planet. The man as perfect for me as I was for him.
Who the fuck was this man? He was a fucking thief, someone trying to take something from me that wasn't related to money at all. Why had I made this mistake? Why had I put myself in jeopardy like this?
His hardness kept crawling up my leg, my accompanying fear no different than if it were a snake about to deliver a fatal bite. I was out of breath as outward choked sobs dominated my compressed windpipe. I couldn't see anything and that made my mind invent horrible images all around me.
Jack, please...
I couldn't let it go all the way. I had to stop him. I fought, writhing against the wall, doing my best to ensure that I couldn't be penetrated. The rumble of a car passing by in the alley was all the more prominent due to my deprived sense of sight. At least that was going well for me.
Was it the limo? Jack had to be nearby. But even if he was, he had no reason to check here. The likely places I would have wandered were in the opposite direction since the venue was near an adjacent street with bars and restaurants. Too late was approaching really fast.
Oh yeah, I was fucked.
The smell of liquor—whiskey, more specifically—spilled into my nostrils as I continued to fight. Alcoholic piece of shit! I knew my efforts were futile because there was no way in hell I could overpower this bastard. He was strong—and overly motivated. I didn't give up though, and he had to release his