good.
He reached up and cupped her breast, and that’s when she knew she had to fight or die. She acted as if she was defeated as he ground his body against hers, burying his face in her neck and biting her skin before his grotesque tongue swiped out. He moaned against her as he pressed in closer, and she choked back the bile rising in her throat.
“You smell so damn good,” he said before biting her again. She had to fight not to cry out. He was hurting her and getting off on it. The more she cried, the worse he’d be. She waited for a split second longer, and when he pulled back the slightest bit, she made her move.
Her knee lifted with all the strength she had as she aimed for his most vulnerable part. She connected, but he turned the slightest bit at the moment of contact, and though she’d glanced his parts, the majority of the impact was on his thigh. He yelped, but didn’t let go of her as his fingers tightened even more, one hand squeezing her breast so hard she wondered if it would be disfigured, the other digging into her arm, his nails cutting the skin.
“You’ll pay for that, bitch,” he hissed, pain laced in his voice.
She struggled against him, trying to pull away before he made a full recovery. But his hands were vices, and his body was blocking hers. She was trapped between him and the wall, and neither force was giving. She finally managed to scream with everything she had, but she’d barely gotten any sound out when he punched her straight in the jaw. Blood filled her mouth as she crumpled against him, the pain excruciating. Her stomach heaved and she almost threw up at his feet.
He stepped back, then threw her to the ground with the force of a wrecking ball. She landed on her hands and knees on the dirty, hard asphalt, barely managing to stop her face from connecting. And then she did vomit as his foot connected with her abs, jerking her body up, before she flew sideways, landing on her back, this time her skull connecting with the pavement, making her see stars.
Her head was spinning out of control as she tried spitting excess vomit and blood from her mouth. She couldn’t stop the spinning, couldn’t focus her eyes. She couldn’t fight if she couldn’t see her enemy.
“I wanted to take my time with you, but now you’ve pissed me off,” he said as he dropped down on top of her, sitting on her stomach while pinning her arms beneath his knees, her body unable to move beneath the massive weight.
He pulled out a wicked looking blade, and she felt tears come to her eyes. She wouldn’t shed them. There was no way she was going to let him see her defeat. With all of the energy she had left, she glared. Her poor mother was going to be devastated when she was found.
He dropped the knife toward her chest and she stared into his face, unwilling to close her eyes and give him the satisfaction of her terror. She attempted to smile, to mock him into ending this fast, but her lips wouldn’t cooperate. She might not be telling him she was scared, but she was terrified. The things he’d done to that prostitute had been so horrific it had been unthinkable one human could do that to another.
She felt stinging pain as the tip of the blade cut her chest. But he hadn’t been trying to slice her open yet. He’d simply cut through her shirt, exposing her breasts.
“You’re disgusting,” she said as he grabbed her breast again, squeezing so hard she couldn’t keep the cry of pain back this time.
“You have no idea,” he told her as he began to bend toward her chest. The thought of his mouth on her again made her try to struggle, but it was no use. He’d won. She couldn’t watch this any longer. She closed her eyes and turned her head, hoping she could take herself somewhere else in her mind.
But his mouth never made contact. There was a grunt of pain, and then his weight was off of her. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid he was poised above her, waiting for her to open her eyes before he did his next sadistic thing.
A crunching sound was followed by a cry of pain a few feet away. Her eyes flashed