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My mind retreats into itself further with each long stroke and while I’m aware of my body being defiled, my conscious escapes to that of my newest canine friend, Candace and Henry, their happiness, and Tammy.
While my mind compartmentalizes and disassociates the best it can, I hear his breathing become more ragged, the disgusting smell cascading over me with increased tempo. My body is limp, and my eyes are squeezed shut while tears stream down my cheeks.
I just want it to stop. Even if I die now, I just want it to stop.
I’m vaguely cognizant of the excruciating pain around my ankles as his thrusts become increasingly urgent and forceful. His weight shifting with each movement causing more blood to seep onto the bed as he slams into me.
“I think I’ll keep you for a while.” He grunts between pants of exertion. “You will stay here and I’ll fuck this tight pussy over and over, any time I want to.”
He gets another two rough, deep thrusts in, “Fuck I’m close,” He grunts, clearly torn between dragging it out and finding his release when a sudden crash sounds out from across the house.
He pulls out abruptly and stumbles to the door of the room with his cock still hanging out.
Watching through puffy eyes and blurred vision, my assailant yanks the door open and takes a step back. A guttural, vicious growl shoots relief through my body and I whimper into the cloth as a fresh wave of tears stream down my face.
A dark blur leaps across the room and my assailant’s screams end abruptly with a gargle as crimson liquid sprays onto the walls, mirror and furniture.
I’m vaguely aware of my wrist restraints going slack as the silhouette of a man comes into my blurred vision again. On instinct, I start to flail and punch with my newly freed limbs, ignoring the pain in my wrists as my hits connect.
My hands are tugged over my head, and the duct tape is ripped off my face in one movement before the cloth is pulled from my mouth.
I’m still thrashing and sobbing when an unfamiliar voice speaks.
“Stop.”
The command freezes me in place and I blink rapidly to clear the tears away.
“It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to free your legs.”
I nod, still unable to see my rescuer clearly as he moves to my ankles to cuts the restraints. I hear him mutter a curse as he extracts the thin ropes that have burrowed deep into my flesh. My limbs feel numb, dulled, only registering the pressure of him removing them.
My vision slowly clears, and I turn my head to look in the reflection of the mirror, and in the center of the room the body of my assailant now lies in unrecognizable pieces. There’s blood coating the entirety of the floor, the wall, bed and dresser. My canine friend stands next to the bed, its dark fur covered in crimson, while eyeing the man in front of me as he rises to his feet.
The man before me has thick, jet black hair that is buzzed short around his neck and gets longer at the crown of his head in what I know to be a fade haircut. It’s mussed and hangs an inch or so over his forehead, and he has piercing green eyes that look dark and shadowed as he gazes at me.
My heart skips a beat as I recognize that it’s the man from the bar on my birthday. The one who was standing across the room near the pool tables.
He glances around quickly, his jaw flexing as he sets his sights on the wooden cabinet as he walks to the dresser. His eyes flick to the amulet, but continues to open each drawer and promptly close them.
Releasing a frustrated sigh, he reaches his arms over his head, tugging his own shirt off and holding it out toward me. I stare at the piece of clothing and then blink at him, before taking it gingerly from his hands.
“Can I help you?” he asks, the muscle in his jaw feathering as I nod.
He angles forward, sliding his bare arm under the small of my back until his forearm braces most of my upper body, and he lifts me -being surprisingly gentle- into a sitting position.
From this close distance, I get a good glimpse of his broad, muscular body and sun kissed skin. He reminds me of a beefed up Olympic swimmer. Under different circumstances I might have been able to appreciate him physically but all I feel right now is numb and nauseous.
“All I have is my shirt, there’s nothing else to wear and I’m not sure what he did with the clothes you were wearing before.”
I nod weakly, and he helps me pull the shirt over my head. It’s much too big for me, and smells like a light woodsy cologne, it’s a welcome change to the dust and odor of the bed.
Hugging myself tightly and shifting to let my legs dangle off the bed, I see him pick up the amulet. He glances at me before leaning in to clasp it around my neck. With our faces mere inches apart, I can see the question in his eyes, but I’m too exhausted to talk.
“Can you stand or walk?” His voice is quiet and soft, a stark contrast to his commanding tone earlier.
I suck in a breath and make an attempt to rise to my feet, pain radiates from my ankles and my muscles shake as I put more weight on them.
Within seconds my legs give out and I fall sideways. He quickly wraps his arm around my waist, cursing under his breath while my canine friend whimpers from the doorway.
