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There was no handle and no lock.
Wonderful.
I could throw myself at him, force an accident, but I wasn’t buckled in and an accident, at the speed he was driving, might kill me, so that idea was out the window.
I decided to try to talk my way out of it.
“Vince…”
That’s all I got out. He whacked me with the back of his hand against my mouth and I immediately tasted blood.
Guess talking was out too.
I decided to wait for my opportunity. There had to be one, there just had to.
I hung on to that thought as he drove.
* * *
He tookme somewhere I’d never been. No reason to be there and I hoped I’d never have the choice of whether or not to go back (I’d picknot).
We went underneath the mousetrap interchanges. A mass of highway above us, nothing around us but hardscrabble cement and litter, likely left by homeless people and drug addicts, none of whom were in attendance for the evening’s festivities.
Vince stopped. He pulled me out of the car through the driver’s side, and before I could struggle or break away, he yanked a gun out of the waistband of his pants.
Then he put it to my head.
“Been lookin’ forward to this for a long time,” he said as he walked me forward. “Undo your jeans.”
I was getting a little fidgety.
My opportunity wasn’t arising and I was beginning to get scared.
Therefore, I hesitated.
He took the gun away from my head and squeezed off a round.
I jumped, thinking he’d shot me, but realized he’d fired away from me.
He put the gun back to my head.
“Undo your fuckin’ jeans.”
I did what I was told. Maybe death before defilement was the way to go, but I couldn’t think at that moment.
The minute I unbuckled my belt and slid the zip down my jeans, he whipped me around and forced my torso to the hood of the car. He pressed his crotch into my behind, the rest of his body against my back and the gun against my temple.
“Gonna fuck you against the car,thenI’ll do you doggie style,” he said into my ear.
My heart was racing, my breath coming in jerks and my mind was absolutely blank.
He wasn’t done.
“Then, got me a bottle and I’m gonna fuck you with that too, break it and fuck you with it. Hard. Tear you apart. The next time your wetback boyfriend puts his dick in you, you’ll fuckin’ scream.”
It was then I decided death before defilement was the way to go.
“First, you gotta beg,” he said.
