said. You bite me, or say a fucking word, and I’ll slit your throat.” He grabs my hair, yanking my head back.
I grab at his hand and scramble with everything I have, moving closer to the door, crying out as Shelly paws at me and drags me back. His meaty hand covers my mouth.
“I said, not a fucking word.”
I make a show of fighting Shelly, but I’m not really using everything I know. I’ve done this with Four before, during some of our private lessons back at the Facility, after he inadvertently triggered some of my more severe flashbacks.
Four is much larger than Shelly, and while I didn’t free myself at first from Four’s attacks, I did learn how to focus my counterattacks. I don’t do that with Shelly, and it twists my stomach, but my goal isn’t to get free.
It’s to work him up, play to his desires to hurt me, and feed his rape fantasy until he acts on it. It’s not the best plan, but it’s the best I have at the moment.
How long does it take for Bossman to take a piss?
I squirm and cry out when Shelly grips the back of my neck. He pushes my cheek against the cold concrete and paws at my pants. He shoves them down, ripping the buttons in the front, and kicks my knees apart. His rough, calloused hand paws at my most tender bits as I continue to struggle and cry out.
I fight him off, weakly. I don’t want this, but I need Bossman’s rage when he sees what Shelly’s about to do.
A whimper escapes me as Shelly tears at my bikini bottom and shoves it down over my hips. I’m fully exposed to him now, and there’s no sign of Bossman.
Shelly huffs as he struggles to free his bulbous cock from his pants. I seriously question what the hell I was thinking.
I cry out, louder this time, and I fight as hard as I can. No holding back now; besides, I need Shelly to “damage the goods.” Shelly expects a good fight, and despite this being a part of my plan, I really don’t want any part of him anywhere inside my body.
He fists my hair and lifts my head back, then slams my face against the hard concrete. Pain fills my universe with concussive force and the skin of my cheek tears. Sticky wetness smears beneath my cheek as Shelly rubs my face into the floor.
Erratic and uncontrolled, his breaths turn ragged as he fumbles behind me, trying to slip the tip of his cock between my folds.
It won’t be long before…
The outer door slams open with a bang.
I glance into my avenging angel’s eyes. It’s the visage of a devilish man with the barrel of a gun pointed at me.
He takes one look at the cut on my face and the fresh blood on the floor, then his face twists into a deadly scowl.
“I fucking told you not to touch the merchandise.”
Shelly’s too far gone to stop. He grips the tip of his dick and desperately tries to slam it home. His hips jerk, but I’m dry as a bone down there. His junk slides against me but doesn’t penetrate.
“Fucking putz.”
My insides clench as Bossman pulls the trigger.
A concussive blast makes my eardrums pop. My eyes squeeze shut as I wait to feel the bullet rip through me. No way is Bossman that good of a shot, but Shelly’s grip on the back of my neck goes suddenly slack, and his dead body slumps to the floor.
I scramble to the side, acting every bit the terrified woman that I am, but I remember my tricks from the street. When I wasn’t hooking, I picked pockets to stay alive for one more day.
I stealthily palm the knife tucked into Shelly’s boot.
Before Bossman closes the distance, I yank up my pants and hide the knife in the cleft between my ass cheeks.
One down.
One to go.
It’s just me and Bossman now.
Four
Griff
With nothing left to do but wait on Mitzy’s brilliant mind to find the lead we need, I head to the gym.
Doc said to lay off the runs, but she didn’t say shit about upper body and core workouts. Right now, I need to release the excess energy thrumming through my veins. If I don’t, I’ll take out my frustration on someone I shouldn’t.
I get to the gym a few minutes before the rest of Alpha team returns from the Facility. Decked out in black tactical gear, helmets,