Page 74 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Blood began pouring out of my nose, and for a moment I saw stars. He yanked me back by my hair and smashed his mouth down over mine, rubbing the blood on our faces together. I gagged when he forced his tongue inside my mouth, then bit down on his hard. He jerked back and punched me so hard in the stomach that the breath left my body with a loud whoosh. His last punch doubled me over, and I vomited on his shoes. He jumped back, but not fast enough.

“I should gut you right now,” he ground out, close to my face.

Was that how he was going to kill me? I shivered, barely able to stand, leaning into him as much as he was holding me up. He began to drag me across the room. Through the haze of pain I saw the straps mounted on the wall, and I knew what he was going to do to me. No, no, no! I dug in my heels and leaned back into him in an effort to halt our progress. He only laughed and threw me against the wall. I hit it hard, the concrete scraping my flesh as I crumbled to the floor.

“Get up, bitch.” He yanked me to my feet by my hair. I was helpless to stop him from strapping my wrists into the restraints, leaving me fully exposed with my arms above my head.

“Please—” I’m not sure what I was pleading for. I didn’t know if he’d managed to break my nose, but it hurt like hell and continued to bleed. “You’re a police officer.” The stupidity of my remark wasn’t lost on me, but the fact that he was wearing a uniform while attacking me was ludicrous.

He smirked, standing back and running his gaze over me. “Hawk was a lucky bastard,” he said, completely ignoring my comment. When he reached forward I flinched and tried to sink inside myself, but it didn’t stop me from feeling his hands on my body. “Even messed up a little you’re still a looker.” He kept his eyes on mine with a sick smile on his cruel lips.

“You repulse me.” I shuddered when his hand squeezed my breast. He raised his hand to slap me. I caught my breath and turned my face away, but the hit didn’t come. Instead I heard his sardonic chuckle.

“I think your pretty face has had enough. I want Hawk to at least be able to recognize you when I’m done.” With that he pulled something from his pocket. “There are other ways to punish you.”

My gaze zeroed in on what he had in his hand, recognizing the bloody piece of glass that I’d used to stab him in the neck. Oh, God! I couldn’t stop a shiver from racking my body. Hawk, where are you? I couldn’t help but feel that my time was rapidly coming to an end.

“Cutting you won’t prevent me from sticking my dick in you.” With that he put the edge of the broken glass against the outside of my thigh, running a thin line down the length.

As I felt my flesh tear I jerked and screamed, the sound echoing throughout the warehouse as he cut through the bullet wound marring my thigh. Warm blood ran down my leg. Tears ran unchecked down my cheeks as realization hit that this was real, this was really going to be the end of me, and I’d never see Hawk again, would never experience the raw wonder of him, his touch, and his kisses. We’d just been in the beginning of us, having gone through so much to get there.

Was he looking for me? Would he get to me in time? Life could be so cruel. He’d saved me from Dane, and now I was ingrained into his situation.

I screamed when the bite of the glass cut into me again and again. Twisting against the straps to escape the pain only made it worse, as the leather burned and tore into my wrists. My helplessness amused him, and I wished that I could be strong enough not to reveal my pain, because every time I cried out he was taking away more of my sanity. The cuts were superficial, but each time he brought the glass down and dragged it across my flesh it felt as if he was branding me.

“Hawk will kill you for this,” I whispered, leaning my head back against the concrete, wanting to give up but fighting every step of the way. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, but I also didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, knowing that the void awaiting me would take away the pain.

His fingers curled around my lower jaw as he forced me around. He brought his face close to mine. “He’ll never know it was me. I’ve been planning this for years.” He grinned, pleased with himself, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I spit in his face. It was a pitiful move that only garnered me more abuse. He pulled back his upper lip and bit down on my shoulder. I felt my skin break with the viciousness of his attack. Waiting until my scream died down, he added, “I can’t wait to clamp the cuffs around his wrists for your murder.”

“You’re crazy if you think that will happen,” I said, staring at him with blurry vision. “Hawk’s smarter than you.”

“You keep defending him, but where is he? Huh?” He put the sharp edge of the bloody glass just beneath my chin and pressed. I felt sick, waiting for the plunge that might end my life. With a sneer, he turned the glass to the smooth side and then slowly brought it down my chest, between my breasts, over my bellybutton, and stopping at the top of my pelvis. “I think it’s time to start filling your body with cum.”

I shook my head.

“Where should I start, huh?” His gaze settled on my mouth. “This pretty little mouth?” He seemed to think about it for a second before saying, “Nah. I’d have to release you for that and you’re still a little too feisty. How about this nice cunt?” He began to move the piece of glass over the hair covering my mound. “Or maybe your ass? I don’t usually fuck women there, but for you I’m going to make an exception.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, praying when I opened them again that he’d be gone, and that this was just a terrible nightmare. I was going to be sick again. The trickle of blood down the back of my throat and the metallic taste of it was turning my stomach, and the things that he was threatening to do to me would make anyone lose it. A demonic laugh escaped me when the insane thought that his raping me would prolong my life for a few extra minutes.

As if that mattered.

Once I started laughing I couldn’t stop, the hysterical sound growing in volume and echoing throughout the building like the eerie screeching of a banshee. When I opened my eyes it was clear to see that I’d temporarily shocked the man before me. He stood back with indecision on his flushed face, and maybe a little worry in his eyes. His expression only made me laugh harder, finally galvanizing him into action. He began to hit me, everywhere, this time not caring about my face. His punches to my stomach and ribs shut me up when it became impossible to draw in breath just to stay alive.

When he was done I was hanging there limply, barely conscious and gasping for air, pain racking my body everywhere. The only other sound in the room was his rapid breathing, and then I felt the sharp edge of the glass against my flesh and I knew that this time it would cause more than just a scratch. He was going to do some damage.

He was going to kill me.

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