Page 72 of Humility

“Get out of my home,” I ordered, getting the handle turned.

“Love your fire. I’m going to have fun taming you,” the one with the robot voice said.

I smirked. “Not likely.”

“I know you’re nothing more than a common slut, and you’ll soon be our whore to play with.”

I glared. “You’ve got the wrong girl, I’d rather cut your fucking cocks off.”

They chuckled. I needed to get out of here. The door released, but I had to step closer to them to get it open, which would put me within arms reach. I took the chance and swiped at them as I opened the door. The large knife glinted as I yelled and made them jump back.

Swiping at them again, I cried out as the guy with the robot voice moved fast and grabbed my wrist. He shoved me hard, and we crashed back into the wall.

“Let go of me,” I snarled as I hit and kicked at him. I got him across the face with a punch, but he twisted away with the lower half of his body, avoiding a hit to the balls.

“Bitch,” he growled, the mechanical sound making the hair stand on the back of my neck.

I felt like a ragdoll as he yanked my arm forward and slammed me back hard over and over until the knife clattered to the floor. Spinning me around, he pushed my face into the wall. His hot breath on my skin made me twitch, but as he licked the side of my neck, I thought I would be sick.

Hick, Dick, and Dock were freaking out in their tank, their little screeches loud like they were trying to call for help, but no one was coming. I needed to get out of this on my own.

I swung back wildly with my elbows, and a grunt was my reward.

“Bitch, you’ll pay for that.”

His fingers dug into my arms as he pulled me away from the wall, knocked my feet out from under me, and threw me down onto the floor. My cheek hit the wood hard. I could see the stairs, and with a burst of speed, I lunged forward, but a boot came down on my back, pinning me to the ground. My heart pounded so fast that my chest hurt, and my lungs burned. Adrenaline made me shake, but I wasn’t giving up and swung my arms at any body part close enough to hit.

“Close the door,” the robot guy said, and as I heard the door close with a bang, my stomach dropped. “Good, now grab her hands.”

“You fucking grab her hands. I don’t want to get punched,” the guy with the familiar voice said.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy, grab her hands.”

“Fuck you, you don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do. You grab her fucking hands, and I’ll fuck her first.”

As the boot lifted from my back, I flipped over, screaming like a banshee and kicking out at whatever I could as I pushed myself backward along the floor. There was no plan. I didn’t know where to run, but I needed to put distance between us. Maybe if I could last long enough, the sun would come up and scare them off, or Enzo would stop in with coffee, and his car pulling in would chase them away.

“Fuck you’re annoying. I want you to scream, but only when I’m ripping your ass apart,” the familiar voice said.

“Fuck you, asshole. If you need to scare and rape me to get off, you’re nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man.” I kicked hard and got him in the knee. He swore and bent over as the robot man chuckled.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I rolled over and ran for the stairs. My foot touched the bottom step, and I screamed as I was yanked backward by my hair.

“Where do you think you’re going slut? You have nowhere to run,” the robot man said.

This time, he pushed me down onto the floor and put his knee on my stomach, making it hard to breathe. I punched at his leg, but he laughed as he leered down at me, an evil smile showing under the black ski mask. The red contacts were even more terrifying up close, and I felt my eyes water.

He pulled hard on the front of my shirt, and my tears fell as the material tore. I came here for a new life, a new beginning, and a chance at a happy future, and in only a few weeks, I was attacked in my home. I never thought I would miss the mass of guards that wandered Papa’s mansion, but I did now.

“Grab her arms,” the robot man said.

“What the fuck did I say to you? You grab her arms.”

“For once, just fucking listen to me.”

“Fine.” Familiar guy stomped behind me, and I glared at him as he kneeled on the floor by my head. As he reached for my hands, I went feral and scratched at his arms. He swore as my nails found skin and dug a long red line.

“Cunt,” he growled.