Page 30 of Crown Jewels
How did I not see this coming? He seemed like such a nice guy, how did I read him so wrong? I walked right into this situation, and now I was trapped. Either by his weight holding me down, or because my body still refused to move. I couldn’t think, let alone fight. But I felt everything.
I felt his hands tearing at my clothes, and the air skim across the back of my thighs when he flipped my skirt up. I felt my stomach flip when his belt buckle jingled, and I felt the world fall out from under me when something hard brushed against my thigh.
My brother was right. I was naive. I didn’t know men, and because of that I was going to be raped by my professor. A tear rolled down my cheek as I closed my eyes and accepted my fate.
Then the weight holding me down was suddenly gone and a loud crash rang through my ears.
VAHN
Iwas pissed when Emma left the house for her supposed date. When she came to campus, I realized she was lying and calmed down. But now, all I could see was red as my fists flew through the air, slamming into this motherfucker’s face. He tried to rape her. He tried to take what was mine, and now he was going to die.
Prick held up his hands and sputtered, “P-p-please stop.”
“Did she fucking say stop.” I growled and grabbed his balls, crushing them in my hand.
He whimpered out an inhuman noise, but I didn’t care. Fucking prick, with his pathetic cock, had my girl held down on his shitty fucking couch. My girl! If I hadn’t heard Emma cry…
Letting go of his balls, I threw my fist into his face again, and again, and again.
I was going to destroy his pretty boy looks. But hearing his bloody face crack while he gurgled out whimpers wasn’t enough. I wanted this prick to suffer for the few remaining minutes of his miserable life.
I wanted him to feel so much pain that he begged me to kill him. And I would’ve done it. I’d have snapped his neck right then and there. One word stopped me.
“Vahn?”
I paused with my fist in the air, blood dripping off my knuckles, and looked back over my shoulder. Emma was sitting up with a dazed look on her face. The right strap of her shirt was torn, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and a purple bruise was starting to form on the left side of her jaw.
Motherfucker hit her too. He was definitely going to die.
“Stay there Emma.” I looked down at the prick gurgling on the ground. “I’m not done with this fucker yet.”
“Vahn, stop. He’s had enough.”
“No the fuck he hasn’t.” I grabbed a letter opener that had fallen on the floor when I tossed him across the room. “I’m going to slit his fucking throat.”
I didn’t care if she saw this side of me. I wanted her to see it. If I was going to break my contract and take her, Emma needed to accept all of me. I would not be like my father who hid shit from my wife.
If that meant she watched me kill this fucking slimeball, so be it. She’d be safe, and I’d know if she could handle my world.
I pressed the tip to his neck and prepared to push in, when Emma stood up, and stumbled, falling to the ground. My attention was suddenly no longer on murder.
Abandoning the prick on the ground, I rushed over to Emma.
“Hey,” I cupped her face and took a closer inspection of her injuries. “Be careful.”
She was hurt enough, she didn’t need to hurt herself.
Emma looked deep into my eyes and whispered, “Don’t kill him.”
That pissed me off.
“Why the fuck not?”
He tried to rape her. He’d probably raped other girls. The son of a bitch didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her. Why the fuck would she try to save his life?
“You’ll go to jail.” She breathed while resting her head on my chest. “And I’ll miss you.”
She wasn’t worried about him. She was worried about me. I couldn’t help but smile at that.
