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CHAPTERNINETEEN
DÉSIRÉE
Gaylord’s completely out of his mind. I thought that I’d be able to talk some sense into him on our way back to the house, but he’s so far gone into his own fantasy world that he can no longer see reason. I wonder what pushed him to this. I hope it wasn’t me.
We pull up on the side of Malcolm’s house, and just like Gaylord said, Malcolm’s car isn’t here. I’m about to be alone with Gaylord, and I can see by the way his eyes keep roaming over my body that he has more on his mind than just picking up some clothes for me. If he’s crazy enough to kidnap me at gunpoint, he’s crazy enough to rape me.
“I hope this isn’t going to take very long. I want to get home already.” Gaylord gets out of the car but keeps the gun pointed at me as he walks around and opens my door.
I allow him to help me out, but every second his hands are on me, I feel like I’m going to vomit. I hate this. We walk into the house, and I look around, still trying to figure out what I can do. I don’t know where Malcolm keeps the weapons, and the kitchen is behind where Gaylord is standing.
“I want to take my bunnies,” I tell him. Looking at the large hutch, maybe trying to get that disassembled, will give me enough time for Malcolm to get here.
“We can’t, baby girl. Not right now. I’ll come back for them once I get you all settled in. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you have everything you need. All the way down to those sweet bunnies.” He rubs my head like I’m a freaking pet instead of a human.
“Fine, if we’re going to leave them here, I need to at least open the window, so they have some air coming through here.” I know they don’t need that, but I’m doing the last thing I can think of. I’m praying that Malcolm is as thorough as I believe him to be. I open the window and angle my body, so my back is to Gaylord. There is a small wire attached to one of the alarm sensors on the window. I have to use all my strength, but I manage to rip the wire out. No loud alarm sounds, but he did say he would be able to watch me when he wasn’t home. Maybe he’ll get a notification or something to let him know that I need help.
I wait for a few seconds before I turn to look at Gaylord. Even if Malcolm does get the notification, there’s no way that he’s going to be able to get here before Gaylord takes me away.
“All done, sweetheart?” Gaylord asks me.
“Yes, I’ll just go upstairs and pack up a few things.” I shoot Gaylord a tight smile and walk past him toward the bedroom. I can hear his every step behind me. I do know a bit of self-defense but not enough that I would be able to take him out one on one. He’s stronger than I am, bigger, and definitely crazier. If I’m going to get myself out of this situation, I’m going to need to do it another way. There’s always been one thing that I could use against Gaylord.
Sex.
My stomach rolls at the thought of laying under him. If it buys me time, I’ll do it. I just need to be here until Malcolm comes home. I need to be here and alive.
“You need to hurry up a bit, my love. I don’t want to run into any traffic,” Gaylord says from where he’s standing in front of the bed.
“Okay.” I open up one of the drawers and start pulling anything I can get my hands on out. I feel around for the gun, I thought I saw Malcolm put in here, but I don’t find it. I do find a small hunting knife. Long enough that it should do some damage but small enough that I should be able to hide it. I slip it in the waist of my jeans and use the bag I have to cover the area as I push it to the small of my back. Now that I have a weapon, it’s time for me to put the rest of my plan in play. “You know Gaylord, I have to say I’m pretty impressed.”
“Is that so? What have I done to impress you?” He tilts his head and walks to where I’m standing. I move just in time to close the drawer and walk in the direction of the bed.
“Most men would have given up already. I mean, my family isn’t the type of family that most would go up against no matter how much they loved their woman. The fact that you’re willing to go up against all of them just to make sure that I’m happy is impressive. On top of that, you were actually able to trick all of them. Right now, they’re all running around with their thumbs up their asses, and you’re here with me. What would have happened if you were really someone who was trying to hurt me. What would they have been able to do if the bastard that kidnapped me the first time came back for me? You’re right. You may be the only person that is able to protect me.” I sit down on the bed, making sure I look extra defeated. He falls to his knees between my legs, his eyes bright and his mouth a huge smile.
“That’s all I wanted you to see. I knew once you realized that you’d see that we were meant to be together.” He’s excited.
“I see it. It’s just hard for me to accept that it’s you and not who my family set aside for me. I wonder what else you can do better for me?” I slide my hands up his chest, and I feel it puff out slightly.
“Oh, you’re still a nasty girl, aren’t you?” he growls and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine.
I kiss him back and start to lean back against the bed, using my legs to wrap around his.
He groans out and tries to pull back. “Désirée, we can’t do this here. We don’t have enough time.”
I pout and grab hold of his neck. “Please, I’ll be quick. I’m already so keyed up. I’ll be so fast. I just need to feel you inside me again. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone fuck me right. Now that you’re here, I just can’t control myself. I ache for you.” I lay it on thick. It’s all lies. No one fucks me like Malcolm. Hell, Gaylord has never even made me come before.
“Fuck, all right. It’s going to be fast and hard, sweetheart. Super quick, and then we have to be out of here.
As he is reaching down to get his pants off, I make it seem like I’m trying to get my pants off. Instead, I’m pulling the knife out.
He raises one of his arms to rest near my head, and I take this as my chance. I pull the knife back, and with all the strength I have, I drive it down hard into the side of his body right below his armpit.
“Ahh Fuck! What the fuck! Bitch!” he screams and rolls off me. I jump up and race out of the room, not giving a damn if I have blood all over my shirt. I need to getaway.
The sound of heavy footsteps follows me, and before I can make it to the front door, Gaylord has me by the hair and is pulling me back further into the house.
He wheezes hard, and blood is already coming out of his mouth. “You fucking bitch! I tried to love you! I love you more than all of them. If you don’t want to be with me, I won’t let you be with any of them!” Gaylord bellows at me as he drags me into the main room.
“Get off me! Let me go!” I scream and yell. I claw at his hand and kick my feet up. One foot catches him directly in his face, and he stumbles backward, letting me go again. He lands on the ground with a thud, and my taser falls out of his pocket and skitters on the ground. I quickly reach down to pick it up, but as I do, he grabs hold of my arm and yanks it hard in his direction.
“Ahh!” I scream out as his nails bite into my skin. It feels like he’s about to rip my flesh from my bones. I use my free arm and elbow him quickly right near his temple, where I know it will disorient him. He lets go of me and sways slightly.
Sweat and tears pour down my face as I try to stop my heart from pounding out of my chest. I won’t be able to run past him to the door, but I can make it to the kitchen. I race in that direction. I’ve never used a taser before, but the man in the store told me it was pretty simple. Just as I get into the kitchen, right before Gaylord could grab me again, I turn and shoot him with the taser. Two long wires shoot out and attach to his chest. When I press the button, Gaylord starts to shake violently. I keep pressing it until he falls to the ground with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and bloody foam coming out of his mouth. Once I see smoke coming up from his shirt and his body moving in unnatural directions, I let it go. I quickly reach down, grab the gun from his waist and hold on to it. I kick him once just to make sure he’s truly knocked out. When he doesn’t move, I try to jump over his body.
Just like Michael Myers, the bastard wakes up and grabs hold of my leg. He twists it, and I fall down to the ground. I don’t have time to aim the gun properly, but I point it in his direction. I pull the trigger five times, and the bullets hit him from his arm to his chest, and finally, the last one takes a big chunk of his skull right off.
I sit there in shock, the gun still up in my trembling hands, waiting for someone else to jump out of the corner and take me away. I killed Gaylord, but that doesn’t mean the danger is gone. The danger is never gone.
