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“My father’s dead because of you. Shooting you would be too quick.”
And she remembered the last words before she’d lost control and stabbed her abuser over and over again. That his sons would come for her.
Cold spread inside her even before the sudden blow to her head. She fell to the ground, darkness creeping in at the edges. Part of her wanted to let it slip over her.
Instead, she beat it back as her hands flailed.
“Leave her alone!” Meg shouted, and the dull sound of flesh hitting flesh followed.
Alina couldn’t find her own voice. It had run away, just as it had before.
The son of the man she’d killed straddled her waist. Alina hit at him.
“Goddammit, grab the whore’s arms!”
More hands were on her. That hadn’t happened before. She’d hated the man who had hurt her, but he’d been the one to inflict the pain all on his own. Oh, he’d gifted her mouth to others, laughing as she choked, but he’d been in charge of the process, and of her.
Another smack to her face had her head reeling. She tried to gather her saliva as the man’s face drew closer to her, but her mouth went dry when she saw the knife.
He cut Luka’s shirt away from her. He wasn’t at all careful, and the nicks of the blade filled her with a chill so much colder than the air against her bare skin.
The bell above the door sounded again, but Alina couldn’t see who had joined them. Her eyes had squeezed shut as she struggled not to lose herself.
“Hey! Leave the girly alone!” came the shout.
A gunshot followed, forcing her eyes open.
This bullet didn’t redden a shoulder. Instead Frank’s body spasmed. He’d been crossing to her, and so he fell only a few feet away. His wide, normally smiling eyes were open and blank as he stared at her.
She’d never cook for Frank again. Never hear his big, booming laugh.
Never hear him call her girly because she hadn’t trusted him enough to give him her name.
The scream was so loud in her ears. She wished it would stop.
A slap to her face, and the scream faded to ring in her ears.
Alina’s jeans were harder to cut away. Hands shoved and pulled at her even as she kicked, but then the knife sank into her side, the push into her flesh so familiar.
The man didn’t leave it there. The pain of the blade pulling free made her cry out, then bite her cheek, trying not to give him the satisfaction.
He smiled anyway as he held up the knife, which was red with her blood.
“I’m going to stab this into your cunt. And you’re going to beg me to. Just like you used to beg my father to fuck you.”
Alina spat into his face. It was more blood than saliva, but at least he wasn’t smiling any more.
Her cotton underwear was ripped away. He shifted the angle of the knife.
“Fuckers!”
It wasn’t Alina’s voice. Her eyes found Meg, who was trying to crawl toward them with only one working arm. Her face was bloody around her nose.
One man raised his gun.
“N-No,” Alina whimpered. She stared at Meg as a scowl formed on the other woman’s face, so much more familiar than the scared expression.
The man with the knife laughed. “That’s better. Now beg me to fuck you with this knife, or we shoot her in the goddamn face.”
