Page 64 of The Warrior
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Boom. With my heart in my throat, I slammed the door open.
My brain registered the scenario in front of me with Devlin still on top of the poor tied-up woman, now with her knees on his shoulder. My hands clamped around the long shaft of the shovel, pulling it back to swing it full force against the back of Devlin’s head.
He turned his head just as the shovel made impact and was knocked on his side with a howl of pain.
My blood pumped with the speed of fury, and tunnel vision made me focus only on the disgusting monster in front of me. Taking advantage of his initial shock, I used the shovel to strike him again and again. He held up his arms to protect himself and shouted incoherently at me, but I couldn’t hear a thing for the noise in my ears.
I hit him as hard as I could on his back, arms, shoulder, neck, and hands. This disgusting man represented all my childhood nightmares of being taken by an evil man, like my father always warned about.
I channeled all my fear and rage at him with a hard kick.
“No.” The scream came from the woman and I scrunched up my face in disbelief. Motlanders were peaceful by nature, but she should be happy for me to punish this creep for raping her.
Devlin was quick to take advantage of my momentary confusion and ripped the shovel from me.
I tried to kick him again, but he blocked and got up to fight back.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” he sneered at me. “Did you really think you stood a chance against an Nman?”
I didn’t tell him I was a Northlander myself because I was too busy reacting to his attack. Even with the things Magni had taught me, Devlin was too strong and fast for me. My strategy had always been to keep my distance but within seconds he was breathing into my face, with a hand squeezing around my neck.
I turned my head and closed my eyes, as if surrendering. It made him ease his grip a little.
Magni had told me that Devlin would underestimate me, and he’d been right. His words for me tocastrate that scumbagif I got the chance made me hammer my knee up into Devlin’s naked crotch.
Shoving me hard against the wall, he fell to his knees and buckled over in pain.
“No,” the woman cried out from the bed, yanking the ropes that had her tied to the bed. “Don’t hurt him.”
“I’m saving you.” My hands were already untying the knots to free her.
To my surprise, she ran to Devlin asking him if he was all right.
Blue in the face, he couldn’t respond.
“You didn’t have to hurt him. What did he ever do to you?” She asked with a blameful stare at me.
“Me?” I shook my head. “He was rapingyou.”
“Breathe, babe, just breathe,” she instructed him, while stroking his back up and down.
My hands went to my hair, and my eyes widened in awhat the fuckexpression. Nothing made sense.
“He had you tied down.”
She ignored me, focusing only on the man on the floor.
Looking to the bed, I assured myself that the ropes were still there. They weren’t just in my head. And then I saw it.
“What is this?” I asked and took a few steps to pick up the sign leaning against the wall. It said,
I’d take an Nman N-E day.
The border is bad.
Nmen are good.
