Page 115 of One Spicy Summer

White-hot.

Blinding.

I turn my head, daring him with my stare."Call me a bitch again, you pussy."

His eyebrows lift, amused. "The fuck did you just call me?"

Sitting upright in the tub, the water cascading down my glistening body, I brace my arms on the rim and glare at him. "I called you a pussy,"I spit."Only a worthless sack of shit beats on women. You're the real bitch here."

Keifer’s smile twists into something ugly. "Do you have a death wish, sweetheart? 'Cause I’ll fucking grant it."

The threat barely registers.

I’m already moving.

Launching from the tub, I slam my fist into his nose. The crack is sickeningly satisfying.

Two more savage punches and he stumbles, blood pouring down his face.

But he’s not down.

Not yet.

I whip my robe off the hook, tug it around me, and bolt… Only to feel his hand clamp around my ankle.

I crash to the floor.

Snarling, I kick free and scramble to run, but the slippery tiles betray me. I go sprawling.

Keifer’s fingers tangle in my hair, yanking me back."Come here, bitch,"he snarls,

slamming my head against the edge of the tub hard enough to make stars dance across my vision. "There’s more where that came from," he promises, hauling me up by my hair.

He grips my chin, his face inches from mine, about to spew another venomous insult… I drive my knee straight into his balls.

He chokes on a breathless scream.

"You were saying, asshole?" I taunt, wrenching free.

Grabbing his head, I slam it into the tub once, twice, relishing the blood that leaks from his scalp.

I sprint for the door, and slam straight into another body. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" a voice sneers. I barely glimpse the stranger’s face before something cold pricks my neck.

The drugs hit almost instantly.

"Soon you’ll be flying high, baby girl," he rasps, hot breath skating across my skin.

Darkness swallows me whole.

Later…

The wet slap of flesh-on-flesh fills my ears.

Low, animalistic grunts reverberate through my bones.

Pain tears through me with each brutal thrust.

I drift, suspended between awareness and oblivion. Hands bind my wrists, hold me down. A gag silences my screams.

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