Page 4 of Fractured

Anger washes over Scott’s face as I refuse to drink any more, confirming my thoughts of him having drugged it with something, although I doubt it’s more ketamine. His fist crushes the open bottle, spraying me with water as he chucks it to the ground outside of the car. He jumps to his feet from where he was crouching beside me and slams the car door.

My eyes flutter closed as he rounds the car, my breathing deep as I’m pulled under. They pop back open when he slides into the driver's seat, and I fight to keep my wits about me. The swarming alphabet makes another appearance as I gaze out the window. They pelt themselves against the glass and I’m relieved they can’t get to me in here. Go find someone else to drag truths out of!

As I watch their sharp forms try to get to me, I spot a moving shadow between two cars parked on the street with us. Maybe he can help me. My hand floats to the window, but the pounding I meant to impress on the glass comes out disjointed and weak. More like I’m petting the glass instead of banging on it. Seconds later, Scott slams his foot on the gas, and we shoot down the empty road toward a destination unknown.

At some point, I passed out. Try as hard as I might, I wasn’t able to fight my eyelids closing. Now I’m on a plush bed, my legs dangling over the edge and something sharp poking into my hip.

Rustling sounds to my right and I try to peel my eyes open to see what it is, but they lack the energy to obey me. I’m forced to wait as I listen to the cursing spew from Scott. I never pegged him as such a predator, but I suppose he could have changed while he was in college. The short time we spent chatting tonight wasn’t enough for me to pick up on his intentions. Although, maybe I was too lax, being distracted in my desire to escape boredom by fucking someone.

Fury courses through my veins like molten lava. A contained boil causes it to simmer and wait until I’m ready for it to explode into action. This motherfucker will pay for trying to take something I would freely give to him.

Finally, my eyes flutter open. I slowly focus on Scott setting up a tripod and once it’s in place, he puts his phone on it. A smarmy grin distorts his features as he finishes, causing my fury to combust. The longer I lie here, more and more feeling enters my limbs, although they are still lacking my normal strength. I’ll just have to make use of what I have, because I know one thing for sure. I’ll die before allowing him to take anything from me.

He approaches me slowly, an expression of pure glee on his face. I’ll be wiping that smile from him soon enough.

I flip onto my stomach and crawl away from him. Manic laughter sounds from behind me, and I know he gets pleasure from having to hunt down his victims. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. “Where are you going, Remi? You won’t get away from me. There’s nowhere for you to escape to.”

I push my knees under me and lift up from the bed, to crawl slightly faster. My clutch swings against my stomach, the strap pulling at my hair that’s become tangled with it. I reach for it as Scott’s hands grip my ankles, and he pulls my legs out from under me. His nails bite into my skin, leaving pricks of pain. I kick my legs back and forth, trying to fight him off, but his hold just tightens.

Any normal person would be consumed with fear right now. They would be frightened out of their mind, knowing their body isn’t fully functioning, their limbs are too weak to fight off the predator intent on raping them. I’m not a normal person, though. I’m just filled with an intense anger and resolve. I won’t be the prey. I refuse. I’m the hunter. Something this pussy-ass bitch is fixing to learn, just as soon as I get my clutch to open.

My fingers slide against the clasp, unable to get the right angle yet to make it snap open. Scott proceeds to pull me back toward him. He does it slowly, inch by inch, and I’m certain it’s because he knows it will ignite more fear in his normal victims. My body slides against the bed in small increments, each one has my dress rolling up as I get closer to him. My thighs are becoming exposed, and pretty soon my lace panties will be flashing him.

The clasp pops open and I reach inside my clutch. Pushing my phone to the side, my fist closes around my taser. Scott flips me over just as I tug it out. I’m able to hide it along the side of my body as I carefully crawl backward across the bed. I know Scott enjoys the chase, and I give him what he wants in hopes it will help inspire him to follow me instead of pulling me back to the edge.

“No! Scott. Please, please stop,” I whimper as his grin widens. “Don’t do this, Scott. I don’t want this. Please stop.” I force tears from my eyes and they trail down my cheeks. His eyes light with a viciousness I would normally find intriguing. He places his knees on either side of me on the bed, and slowly stalks my progress on the mattress.

My heart rate increases due to the drugs coursing through my system, but I don’t feel anything aside from a calm, calculated peace. As he comes closer, my body curls into a ball. I shake as if with fear of what he’s going to do with me, and he falls for my trap. He leans over my body, and I curl my toes up as my bare feet press against his chest.

He pushes my thighs into my chest while he fists my chin, and I jerk my head, trying to remove his hold. His fingers bite into my skin, holding me tighter as he gazes into my eyes. “We are going to have so much fun, Remi. I’m taping it all so we can remember our time together later,” he whispers to me, almost in an adoring tone.

While he’s distracted tracing my lips, I flick my thumb and turn the taser all the way up before pressing it against his neck and holding down the button. The electric shock jolts through his body as the needles shoot through the prongs, injecting him with a paralytic. I truly appreciate my family dealing in weapons right about now.

The prototype taser hasn’t been perfected yet, but that hasn’t stopped me from carrying it around with me. The testing hasn’t been completed yet on how long the paralytic will last; I just hope it’s long enough for me to get out of this.

Scott’s eyes almost bulge out of his sockets with the shock as electrical volts travel through his limbs, the paralytic coursing through his veins much like the drug he gave me. We are far from even, asshole. I push what little power I can muster into my legs, and Scott’s prone body shoots back into the headboard. With a sharp crack, his head hits the wood and his body tilts to the side as his eyes fall closed. The momentum of his body sends him into the nightstand, and his forehead smacks against the surface as he falls off the bed.

The remaining energy in my body flows out with the pleasure I get at my plan’s success. As much as I want to gaze upon the motherfucker passed out on the ground, I can’t resist the pull of blackness consuming me. My will isn’t stronger than the drugs I’ve been given.

Rough hands push my skirt up and a rip tears through the silence as my panties are shredded from my skin. Talk about a wake-up call…

This time, my muscles aren’t sluggish, and the disjointed feeling has left me. I don’t know how long I’ve been passed out, but it was long enough for the drugs to leave my system, and for Scott to develop the beginnings of a bruise on his forehead.

I immediately slam my thighs together and throw my hand out toward his face. My fingers part just far enough to poke him in the eyes. He reels back with the pain and falls onto his ass. “You fucking cunt!” he screams with rage. He’s only had a sample of my rage.

While I was still passed out, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the side. It makes it easy for me to leap onto Scott. My knees land on his gut, causing him to wheeze as the air pushes from his lunges. He throws his hands out, shoving me off his chest before I’m able to get a firm hold. As I fall, I claw at his face and scratch lines into his golden skin.

Drops of crimson dot the scratches I leave behind, and a darkness hidden within me perks her head up. The sight stirs her desire, and suddenly I want to see more.

I’m so mesmerized by the sight of the small dots growing into rolling drips that I don’t see the punch coming for me. My first mistake—allowing myself to get distracted. Scott’s fist slams into my cheekbone and my head snaps to the side, the force throwing me off-balance. I barely have time to stop my face from kissing the ground.

Scott straddles me before I get the chance to get up. His hand shoves my head down, crushing my cheek into the hardwood surface. Grit from the floor scrapes at my skin, rubbing it raw as his other hand pulls at my skirt. His knees push my legs apart, all the strength in the world couldn’t stop it from happening.

Twisting and turning, I wiggle around, trying to find enough purchase to dislodge him from my back. His hold is too strong for it to work, though. Throwing my elbows back proves fruitless. Every time I try to lift to my knees, he thrusts his hips into my ass, slamming me back to the ground.

A strangled grunt of pure frustration claws up my throat. Scott misunderstands the sound as something born of despair. His chuckle of pleasure rings out before he says, “Just give in to me, Remi. You won’t get away from me this time.” He leans in and his lips brush against my ear. “I’ll make you pay for what you did before, but if you give in now, I’ll think about giving in when you beg for more.”

He uses the hand holding my head down to push up, causing more pain to spread. I can feel the bruise blooming already. I scramble through any possible option at my disposal to get out of this, and suddenly, I know what I need to do. I don’t like it; in fact, I hate it. But it’s my only course of action to get him to let his guard up so I can get out from under him.

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