Page 104 of Get Undressed With Me

There was more banging, and Brittany knew he was making progress on moving the dresser.

“I wish you could understand that we’re meant to be together.”

“You’re meant to be in prison, Kyle.”

“We’ll see about that.”

After a few more shoves, it was suddenly silent in the bedroom, which was somehow even worse.

“It’s better for you if you just come out,” he said. “I won’t have to punish you. We could just move on from this and finally start our lives together.”

Brittany closed her eyes, fighting the nausea that the dread brought. She didn’t dare speak to reveal her location, but Kyle wouldn’t have to search for her long.

“But if this is really how you want to play it, then fine. I can teach you a lesson in what real love is.”

His footsteps were soft on the rug, but she could still make them out if she held her breath. She forced herself to wait, knowing Kyle was probably planning some move, something to catch her off guard, and Brittany couldn’t let that happen. Another step, another…

And then she stepped out, already swinging the bat and catching Kyle as hard as she could in his shoulder. Fuck, she had been aiming for his head. But still, it pushed him to the side, and she took the moment of distraction to attempt to sprint past him, still holding the bat as she raced to the door. But just as she got back into the living room, her hair was yanked back, pulling her along with it.

“Fuck fuck fuck—”

He pulled her to him, and she felt the heat of him and his breath near her ear and had to swallow back the bile that rose in her throat. His arm clamped around her waist, holding her still, but she struggled as much as she could, doing her best to ignore the stinging pain in her scalp.

“You feel so good in my arms. We can finally be together, Brittany. I’ve waited for you for so long.”

Brittany thought about playing along but knew she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t strong enough to pretend like that. Instead, she struggled, trying to get an angle to kick him, but Kyle anticipated her move.

“Let go of me, you sick fuck.”

He pulled harder on her hair, her eyes watering with the pain.

“You’ll change your tune shortly. Just have to teach you a lesson first.”

“Fuck your lesson.”

Kyle’s hand rose, cupping her chin, digging into her face and cheeks in a way that Brittany knew would leave a bruise.

“Lesson one: bitches don’t get to talk to their master that way.”

Kyle shoved her then, knocking her off her feet and onto the ground, and she instinctively dropped the bat to catch herself on the ground. Which was a big mistake since he immediately kicked it away. She scrambled to stand, but before she could he kicked her, hard, right in her side in a way that she figured her ribs were gonna have words about later. He flipped her over, kneeling while straddling her body, and her whole body fought and fought, scratching and swinging and kicking and bucking to get Kyle off of her.

“Stop fighting me.”

“Fuck you.”

His hands came around her throat, cutting off her air supply, and she grabbed his wrists, trying to ease the iron grip he had on her, struggling for breath. He leaned over her, in her face, his eyes alight with manic energy, and she knew this was the last thing she was going to see before she died.

“We could’ve been something. You finally ditched that loser and we were going to be together. I had been so patient, so kind, everything a woman wanted.”

He leaned closer, his grip even tighter, and Brittany’s vision started to go dark.

“And then you fucked his brother like the whore you are. How could you do that? Have you no self-respect?”

It took everything in her to drive her knee up into his groin, but Kyle shifted at the last minute and she hit his thigh. His chuckle was wet in her ear.

“I’m an idiot for loving you. You know that, right? I could’ve had any girl, but I thought you were special. But you’re not. You’re just like every other woman. You use men and spit them out. Well, that ends here. Hopefully you’ll serve as a lesson to women as what happens when they—”

Whatever garbage he had been about to spout was cut off as he was grabbed and thrown off of Brittany. She gasped for air, turning over on her side as she took in gulp after gulp, not sure what happened but grateful for the second chance she had been given. Spying the bat in the corner of her eye, she lunged for it, grabbing it before staggering to her feet… only to stop dead in her tracks.

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