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Pressure and pain vibrated through my body as he forced himself inside me. He grunted into my ear with each pump.
I turned my face away, a glimmer of glass catching my eye. A broken beer bottle laid forgotten, its sharp edge tempting me.
I moved my hands, struggling against the bonds once more. One of my hands slipped free, as my body began betraying me.
He moved easier as my body tried to coat him with wetness that I didn’t want it to conjure. Nausea built in my core, sitting like a rock I’d never get rid of. My mind raced away, separatingfrom my body. There was only one thought I could allow myself:I have to get away. I have to survive.
“Enjoying yourself, whore?” he moaned out, then wrapped his hands around my throat. “I asked you a question.”
His body slammed into mine with increasing ferocity, driving me deeper into the ground.
I scraped my hand along the rough surface, palming for the bottle as slyly as I could. The air grew heavier with the scent of sweat and sex, suffocating me as his grip tightened around my throat.
My vision blurred, and my ears rang with the sound of my own heartbeat.
Panic set in as I realized I might not make it out alive. Every thrust felt like a blow, each one more powerful than the last. He was going to kill me.
I had never experienced such an overwhelming level of certainty in my entire life. But at that moment, I was one hundred percent certain that I was going to die.
My pounding heart continued thundering in my ears as I struggled to grab the glass bottle that was just out of my reach. My hand trembled as I inched it closer and closer, the wet concrete course against my skin.
Finally, my fingers closed around the bottle, the cool glass cutting into my palm.
This is my way out.
I gripped the glass bottle tightly, feeling the cool condensation against my palm.
I raised it up, the light glinting off its surface as I thrust it wildly towards his neck and face. Each stab was accompanied by a sickening squelching sound as the bottle stabbed into flesh.
Nate struggled against me, his motions slow and his eyes wide with alarm.
Now who’s afraid?
I screamed incoherently, but the noise seemed to be swallowed up by the oppressive silence of the alleyway. The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils, mixing with the acrid tang of sweat and fear. Warm liquid trickled down my arm, but I didn’t let it distract me. I kept stabbing, the force of each blow jarring my entire body until finally, with a sickening crunch, the bottle lodged itself in the side of his throat.
His grip on my neck slackened, and his limp body collapsed on top of me, crushing me under his weight.
Blood spilled onto me, the sound of screams flooding my ears. At first I thought someone had shown up, but after a moment, I realized they were my own.
I struggled to roll him off of me, my hands shaking hard.I was alive.
Chapter 6
Kai
Ishoved my hands in my pocket, making my way outside. There was no way I would find the girl Quinton banged. The evening was a bust.
I walked along the walkway, the light flickering against the dark sky. The band was nice, but something about that girl Nate wouldn’t leave alone had me in my head. Her dark eyes sized me up in an instant, the flicker of attraction I saw before she dismissed it, and the way she dragged her gaze all over my body replayed in my mind.
Before I could think too long on it, screams erupted from down the road. They were faint, but consistent. A blood curdling tone that was recognizable. Someone feared for their life. I took off down the street, my feet pounding against the pavement.
The screams grew louder and more frantic the closer I got.
I turned into the alleyway and squinted into the darkness.
On the ground lay a man, face down, with his pants around his ankles. Beneath him, small hands struggled to push him off. As I got closer, I noticed the man didn’t move. Instead, he was slumped over, a river of ruby trickling from his neck where a glass bottle protruded.
Without thinking, I ran, rolling the man off the person underneath.
