Page 94 of Clash
“And if I did, what the hell are you going to do about it, Eric?”
He sneered, his lips pulling up evilly. “I’m so glad you asked, Gina. Because first, I’m going to fuck his memory from that ugly little brain of yours, and when I’m done, I’m going to put a bullet into your skull, delivering your pathetic corpse straight onto his doorstep.”
Icy fear took over me as my blood frosted over, and all my life choices seemed to catch up with me all at once.
“I can see the fear in your eyes, Gina. Good, keep it there. It will only fuel this raging hard-on I have for you.”
Surprisingly, the sliver of guilt I should’ve felt never came. I don’t regret meeting Clash… I just regret not meeting him before marrying Eric.
Eric, still holding my throat, dropped to his knees, breathing in the scent that came from between my legs. When his grip tightened, his eyes flashing with unbridled rage and the intent to end my life, I panicked.
“I can fucking smell your disgusting arousal!” he screamed. “You let another man get you wet. I’m going to teach you just what happens when someone touches what’s mine!”
The man named Ratt snickered as the first fist connected with my cheek. Some bone beneath my skin cracked, and an agonizing pain like needles or a punishing knife stabbing repetitively, throbbed across the point of impact.
“I’m going to show you just who you fucking belong to, Gina.” His hands curled around my hair, violently forcing me to my knees as he undid his zipper and pulled out his sad excuse for a cock. God, Clash really did fucking ruin me for other men, just looking at Eric’s cock made me repulsed and ready to wretch.
“Choke on it, you stupid slut!”
Refusing, I kept moving my head, not allowing his dick to get anywhere near my mouth. Blood coated my tongue as I clamped down on my lips, refusing to give in.
He ripped my head back, then stuck his fingers in my mouth, forcing it open the best he could.
If he sticks his dick in my mouth, I’m biting the offending appendage off!
My silent thoughts echoed in my brain but were cut off by the violent thrust of a dagger as it was plunged into my side, nicking a rib in the process.Where the fuck did he get a knife?
My mouth involuntary opened, and my cries of pain were forcefully snuffed out by his crooked, fat cock being shoved beyond my teeth. He took a few thrusts in, tears pricking my eyes as he tried his best to get me to gag, even though he’d never be able to reach the back of my throat.
I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him. I just wanted a new life where my son and I could live freely without fearing Eric’s thirst for blood.
“Yeah, fuck that face!” the other man hollered out, but I could barely hear him over the guttural grunts repulsively coming out of my fucked-up husband. I’m not sure where the sudden rush of strength came from, but I couldn’t take his physical abuse asecond longer. So, I did what any self-respecting woman would do, I bit down and chomped, biting the tip of his dick off.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” He pushed me away, staring down in horror as blood leaked down my chin and spurted from his favorite appendage. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he raged, throwing me to the ground as he grabbed his penis, now bloody and missing some length, and held it protectively, jumping around the building like a fucking lunatic as he cried out in life-altering pain.
I spit out the disgusting piece of flesh, doing my best not to vomit. Somehow, in the struggle both of my bindings came loose, freeing both my hands and feet at the same time.
I guess Weasel doesn’t know how to tie a decent fucking knot.
The man with him started to cackle, practically falling to the ground as he took in the sad sight. “She bit your cock off! I can’t believe she bit your cock off!”
“It was just the tip you fucking psychopath!” Eric shouted, but his whole body collapsed to the floor, cupping his dick as he rolled around on the floor screaming. “Help me! Do something! I’m not paying you to stand around and laugh at me.”
It was my only chance to break free, so I made a solid dash for the door. Freedom was just beyond the threshold, and even though it was pitch-black outside, I had to try to escape, I needed to hide Alex and keep him some place far away from his father.
My knees scraped against the concrete as I tripped over the metal opening, and I came stumbling out, straight into a wall of muscle.
Agonizing misery took over me when the realization hit that I probably wouldn’t make it out of this alive, sentencing both me and my son to a life of impending doom.
Arms paralyzed me in place, holding me tightly as I pounded against a man’s chest, fighting as hard as I could to break free.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got this.”
His hazel eyes warmed every part of me as they perused my wounds, frowning when he saw the blood pooling out of my mouth. His brow dropped, arching into a menacing scowl I was all too familiar with.
“I’ll fucking kill him.”
“No, Clash, you can’t. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
