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TESLER SEEMED PERFECTLY happy to make me fight naked--go figure. It was Eddie and Noah who argued--Noah protesting and Eddie acting as if his brother was obviously joking, which eventually forced Tesler to play along and say, sure, he was kidding and of course I could get dressed... as long as I wore my own clothes. What he didn't realize is that I'd draped them by the fireplace, so they were warm and partially dry.
Noah and Eddie cleared the living room, shoving the furniture against the walls. Then Tesler and I moved into the center of the room and faced off like boxers. He even bounced on his toes for good effect.
"Last chance to change your mind," he said. "Don't expect me to hold anything back just because you're a woman."
"I don't."
"You're going to come out of this feeling a helluva lot worse than you do right now."
"I expect to. And I appreciate you giving me the option, but I'm fine. I'll extend you the same courtesy, though, if you want to back out."
His expression sent a chill through me, and deep inside, that child's voice started screaming at me not to fight, never fight, I couldn't win, I'd only get hurt.
But I wasn't twelve years old anymore. I could beat this son of a bitch.
"You think you're tough, don't you?" Tesler said.
"No, not particul--"
He sprang, palms smacking into my shoulders. The floor disappeared under my feet and my head struck it with a crack that sent consciousness on a split-second holiday. I came to with Tesler towering over me, his hand wrapped in the front of my shirt. Before I could register what was happening, I was sailing through the air again. This time I slammed into the wall.
As I wobbled to my feet, the little-girl voice in me screamed and sobbed.
Why did you have to fight him? You know how that goes. Never, ever fight. You'll only get hurt and it all ends up the same, no matter what you do. You can't fight them. You can't.
Tesler strode over. "Want to change your mind? My offer's still open."
Yes, oh God yes! It's not too late. Tell him you'll be good. Then let him do what he wants. Just go to the place where he can't hurt you and everything will be okay.
Only it wouldn't be okay. My childhood self had faced many monsters, but none like this. For Tesler, regaining control wouldn't be enough. Complete destruction of the threat was required. There was no secret place that would save me from that.
I rose halfway, then pretended to collapse, wincing.
He bent over me. "Giving up? Good, because--"
My feet smacked him square in the chest and sent him reeling. I jumped up and hit him twice, then kicked and he went down. I'd aimed for the stone fireplace, and his head struck with a very satisfying crunch.
I walked over as he lay on the ground, shaking his head.
"If you want to quit, just say so," I said.
He leapt up with a growl. I feinted out of his way. We danced for a while before I landed a blow, then he blocked the second and got in a hard jab... and so it went.
It didn't take me long to reevaluate those odds and slant them in Tesler's favor. We had equal experience. But he was so much stronger that each blow sent me flying. He was also mad as hell and determined to put this bitch in her place. I was equally determined not to let him do that. But while his rage fueled his fists, mine fogged my brain--my best fighting tool.
Every time he landed a blow, my old fears surfaced, occupying the part of my mind that should be analyzing his moves and strategizing mine. I kept trying to pull myself back on track, focusing on his style and learning from it. It didn't work. I was losing and Tesler knew it. I saw it in his eyes as his fist connected and I went down. I felt it, too, as he pinned me, his erection grinding into my thigh.
When I felt that, the little girl in me went wild, gibbering with fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to quiet her. And then... and then I opened them and released her. I let that base terror shine.
And, oh, how he loved that, lust clouding his eyes. He pinned me harder, his crotch moving on mine, grinding until it hurt. Blood dripped from his lips onto mine. Sweat plinked into my eyes. The hated smell of him filled my nostrils.
I shrank back. "I-if I surrender..." I swallowed.
"Yes?"
I licked my lip, tasting his blood. "If I do what you want..."
