Page 336 of Rage

“Well, what do we have here, hmm?” A homeless man said, licking his lips. He reeked of body odor and filth. He looked down at me with hooded eyes, scanning my body. After leaving Dr. Halloway’s home, I decided not to wear my bra, so my nipples were stiff peaks from the cold under my thin shirt.

He had a firm grip on a strap of my cross body bag and reached his free, dirty hand to grip my breast, groaning like a starved animal.

“Get off me,” I spat, trying to pull free of his grip. He held tighter, smiling.

Reaching his hand into his pants, he gripped his cock, groaning as he pulled it free and–

“Tara!”

I shot up from my dream, panting, drenched in sweat.

My body shook, not in fear, but in rage. Another man thinking he could use me like Dr. Halloway did…

“Tara, are you okay?” Alaina’s muffled voice reached my ears, and I couldn’t comprehend that she was speaking.

The moment I felt her hand on my shoulder, I spun around, gripping her harshly by the throat, slamming her to the ground on her back. Straddling her, I shifted to grip with both hands, squeezing tightly. She kicked her legs, trying to buck me off of her.

“Tara… It’s me…” she gasped.

My eyes found hers through my haze, and I scanned her, searching. I can’t explain what I was looking for, why I was even trying, but my mind finally comprehended it was Alaina, and I released her, backing off.

The familiar tightening in my chest returned. My urges were surfacing. Sitting on my heels, I stared at a snag in Alaina’s blanket, trying to force my urges into the lockbox of my mind, trying to find control again.

My body trembled as I fought to keep my rage at bay. Needing to do something with my hands, I gripped the hem of my shirt, squeezing as hard as I could. I could feel my nails cutting into my palms as I squeezed, continuing to focus on that spot on the blanket.

“Tara, it’s okay, I’m here,” Alaina said softly, sitting up in front of me.

Save me…

“I’m going to touch you, okay?” Alaina asked, but I could not respond as I continued my hyper-focus on the blanket.

Her soft, warm hands covered mine, her thumbs tracing soft, comforting circles.

“You’re okay, Tara. It’s okay.”

Something shifted in my mind, something I can’t explain. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of her hands on mine, absorbing this emotion I was feeling for the first time.

What is this…?

Involuntary tears fell down my cheeks, and Alaina wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly.

“I’m here, Tara. I’m never leaving you. Please let me in, please… I love you so much.” Alaina pleaded. Her body trembled as she sniffled, crying with me. “Let me help you, please…”

As soon as the feeling came, it was gone.

I finally felt something aside from my rage… I needed more.

Without a word, I pushed Alaina to lie on her back. She gasped in surprise as I stood to remove my panties.

“You want to help, baby girl?” I purred, looking down at her. Her hooded eyes met mine, and she bit her lower lip when they found my pussy bare for her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Her hands reached to hold behind my ankles, and I lowered myself to straddle her.

Leaning in, I kissed her, propping my hands up on either side of her head. Her hands slid up my thighs as she moaned into my mouth.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, Alaina,” I said, breaking our kiss, sitting up tall. “Here’s what you’re going to do for me. Pay attention.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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