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Douchebag number two grinds his cock into my ass while Travis begins to unbuckle his belt.
Please God…don’t let me die here tonight.
“You’re gonna be a good little whore and get on your knees and suck my dick. If you eventhinkabout screaming or biting, Jason here will slice your throat,” Travis threatens. “Then no one will hear that pretty little voice of yours ever again. Nod if you understand.”
A knife flashes in my peripheral and the flat part of the blade is slowly dragged down my cheek. I nod, and Jason pushes me to my knees as Travis yanks his cock out of his boxers and shoves it toward my face.
“Suck bitch!” Travis yells.
One minute, I’m staring at a penis inches from my mouth and the next, Travis is out cold on the ground in front of me. I lift my head and see a third man with a bloody rock in his hand. Jason shoves me forward and runs toward the street. The mystery man takes off after him, tackling him to the ground and slams the rock into his head. He stands and kicks him in the gut a few times before turning back toward me. I scurry away from where Travis is laying until I collide with the cold metal of Stella.
“Hey, are you okay?” Mystery Man asks as he walks in my direction.
When he reaches me, he holds out his hand presumably to help me to my feet. My eyes dart from his face to his hand and back again.
What the fuck just happened?
“I won’t hurt you, promise,” he says calmly.
I reluctantly place my hand in his, and he gently tugs me off the ground.
“Thank you. I don’t know what I would ha—”
“Glad I could help.” He waves me off. “I didn’t know anyone else was out here until I heard them push you against the van. Sorry it took me so long to help, but I needed to make sure they were distracted.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, I bawl like a baby into his shirt. He shuffles on his feet before he slowly lifts his arms and pats me on the back.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I can’t believe that just happened. Oh my God, if you hadn’t been here, who knows what they would’ve done.” My tears soak his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to care as he rubs my back in a soothing motion.
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
It takes a few minutes, but I manage to compose myself and pull away.
“I need to get Gary and tell him what happened,” I say.
“What?” His eyes widen. “No, you can’t do that.”
“I have to,” I insist. “They need to go to jail.”
“We can’t involve Gary or anyone else, especially the cops.”
His soothing and calming nature seems to disappear before my eyes and is replaced by fear. But of what?
“What’s your name?” I ask. “I can’t keep referring to you as ‘Mystery Man’.”
“Mystery Man?”
“Well, yeah. That’s what I’ve been calling you in my head. You’re Mystery Man, and they’re douchebag one and douchebag two,” I explain. “So, what’s your name?”
He shifts on his feet and says, “Mark.”
“Mark, I’m Apple.”
“Apple? Like the fruit?”
“Exactly like the fruit. Naming me after a fruit is the only way my parents ever stepped outside of their boring little box.”
Looking Mark over, I notice that he’s tall and has a swimmer’s build. His eyes are sunken in, and his clothes are disheveled. His hair and face are dirty too. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a discarded backpack, which has seen better days, by the dumpster.
