Page 4 of Need Him Like Oxygen

“Oh, you don’t get away that easy,” the leader said, his knees coming down on the backs of my thighs, slamming me down onto my face.

And this time, my vision didn’t just flicker.

It went out.

I woke up with my heartbeat hammering, like a hypnic jerk sending adrenaline shooting through me, some baser part of me screaming at my body to survive.

I felt the hands on me then, fingers hooked inside the waistband of my pants and panties, nails digging into skin as he struggled with the tight, uncooperative material of my leather pants.

How long was I out?

Five seconds?

Ten?

The wet, gasping sounds to the side of me said the guy I’d punched in the throat was still struggling. And the low, tortured moans suggested the other was still cradling his dick and balls.

It was just me and the man responsible for all the pain gripping my system.

“Fuck,” he growled, grabbing harder, and yanking hard, the material scratching over my skin.

My gaze scanned around, looking for the closest exit, hoping for one last Hail Mary run for freedom.

Instead, I saw something shining and sharp.

The neck of a glass beer bottle.

Severed and jagged.

Just out of reach, though.

Trying to suck in a breath, I acted like I was trying to wiggle away, a pathetic, girlish fight that had him chuckling and smacking my ass hard.

Distracting him.

So I could scoot closer, my arm stretching out little by little even as I felt cool air on the top of my ass.

His fingers scraped across my butt as he pulled my pants down further.

Now or never.

I reached out, my fingers closing around the cold glass.

Then, with every bit of strength left in me, I flung myself over onto my back, striking out with the sharp edge of the bottle.

The roar of pain let me know I struck… true enough.

I didn’t have time to wait and see.

I mustered what was left of my survival instinct, peeled myself off the ground, and ran.

Each step was agony, the pain ratcheting up my whole body as I rushed out of one door, down a hallway, then, there it was.

The front door.

Outside, the soft sounds of traffic.

Safety.

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