KNOCKOUT

by Nikki Wild

  “Don’t even think about it,” snapped my captor. “You try to get more than an arm’s length away and I’ll stick this blade so deep into you, they’ll need pliers to get it out.”

  He grabbed me by the hair and turned my head toward his mid-section. Then, he pulled his dirty coat back just far enough to reveal the tip of his knife. He clutched it in a death grip down by his hip.

  My heart seemed to sink into my shoes. Was this really happening? The thought of this dirty son of a bitch touching me made my skin crawl. I needed to take stock and figure out a way to get out of this.

  Surprisingly, my body felt okay. There was a bit of a scrape on my shoulder where my top had shifted, but it was superficial. The other spot on my backside wasn’t bad either. My jeans had taken the brunt and it didn’t even feel as if there was any damage. They were wet around the knees too. At first I thought they were soaked from blood, but it was only egg yolk from where I had landed on top of the carton.

  The ambient light from the gas station illuminated the side of the building. It seemed like we had gotten back so much faster than it had taken for me to walk away. A taxi drove by on the main road. My captor pulled me tight to his side.

  “Right here,” he said. “The grey car. You’re gonna get in the driver’s side first, then slide over. And I swear to God, bitch, if you make a sound I’ll put you in the dumpster.”

  The car wasn’t grey, it was primer-colored and it was what one might imagine a creepy rapist’s car would look like. An older model Buick with a rusty door handle and bent antenna, it screamed “suspect.”

  At the very least, if he did murder me and dump my body, he’d probably be the first guy questioned by the police.

  “Think about what you’re about to do,” I begged. “Just let me go...”

  “Enough. Get you little ass in the seat.”

  The floor on the passenger side was littered with empty bottles and old fast food bags. The dash was cracked and dusty.

  He shimmied his way in after me. The pressure of his heavy body made the worn shocks creak and groan. He was over 6 and a half feet tall if he was an inch. The way his face sucked in made it hard to tell for sure how old he was, but my best guess was early thirties. His shoulders were broad, but not in a good way. He was wide, the way a door is. Everything lined up straight from the edges of his shoulders, to his hips, to the odd way he left his stance wide open.

  “Rick,” he snarled.

  “Huh?” I asked, confused.

  “My name is Rick. We should probably get to know each other since we’re gonna be spending so much, uh, time together.”

  He cranked the ignition. With much protest the Cadillac roared to life. The car eased back and without making a complete stop lurched forward onto the street.

  Four

  Luke

  The road home was easy. It was more of a cool down than anything else. Two short miles to the industrial park, a right on Jackson Parkway, and I’d be back at the gym.

  Up ahead, a pair of headlights flashed and turned down a side-street near one of the old office buildings. It was odd to see a car at this time of night in this part of town. Probably just some kids looking for a place to drink. Though, that didn’t quite seem right.

  The car took the corner in a hurry, so I didn’t get the best look. It didn’t look like the kind of ride a bunch of spoiled Washington Heights kids would be caught dead driving. The thing was a rust bucket.

  I continued down the sidewalk along the neatly manicured landscaping. I let my mind drift back to my last big fight. It had been against some steroid-pumped kid from Brazil. He was undefeated and coming off a big win in his home country. My opportunity to take the fight came when his scheduled opponent dropped out due to injury. When they needed someone to save the event, guess who they called?

  The promoter had groveled at my feet when asking me to take the fight. The show was scheduled to be one of their biggest of the year, and the pay-per-view numbers weren’t going to look good unless they had a name on the card.

  My manager hadn’t wanted me to take it. He said the fighter from Brazil was dangerous. He was someone I would have to train for and not take lightly. It would require a full training camp, and I shouldn’t do it on two weeks’ notice.

  And that’s the day I started looking for a new manager. The one thing I hate is when my own people doubt me. He’s dangerous? I’m dangerous. I called the promoter back and made the deal myself.

  Name your price, he had said. We’ll give you whatever you want.

  Now, that’s more my style. I told him I’d take an even million and a quarter of the gate. He didn’t even hesitate. Now you can’t even get me on the phone for less than seven figures.

  I was quickly approaching the spot where that beater had turned off the main road. I knew there was nothing but a dead end down that alley. I’d run by it more times than you can count. Not that I cared if some kids were back there getting high, but something about that beat up old car grabbed my interest.

  I shortened my stride and slowed to an easy jog. The car was there, sure enough, nosed up to the concrete barrier between the road and the open lots behind it. There was some movement but nothing discernable. Probably some bum finding a place to sleep off his drink.

  Just as I was about to ramp it back up I heard a muffled scream. Did that come from the car? I stopped dead in my tracks and let the thudding of my heart slow while I strained to hear.

  One thing about being in this part of town at night is you could hear everything. Another thing is that if you were going to do something that you didn’t want anyone to hear, this is the part of town that you would go to.

  The car bounced again and even though the lighting was shit, I could make out the clear silhouette of two heads through the big rear window of the car.

  I crept down the alley. It was probably only thirty feet. I made quick work of it. Years of training body control, coordination, and core strength allowed me to move fast and quiet when I needed to.

  In the blink of an eye, I was settled against the rear quarter panel. Through the steamed window I could see her, a gorgeous little brunette with frantic big brown eyes. And pinning her against the door and tearing at her clothes was a grotesque monster. He had a blade pressed firmly to her throat.

  Five

  Bria

  “Please,” I whispered, trying to stop the tears from coming. “I’m afraid. If you take me home right now, I’ll never say a word to anyone. You can go and we can forget about all of this.”

  He had driven for the last twenty minutes without saying a word. When I tried to read his face it sent shivers down my spine. His eyes kept darting from left to right and back as if he were looking for something. His breathing grew rapid; even more so than after he had chased me.

  It appeared as if he was going over in his mind all the things he was about to do. At one point he looked over and stared directly at my chest. He ran his tongue over yellowed teeth and made a barely audible ‘mmmph’ sound.

  In all the books about women’s safety and self-defense they tell you never to get in your attacker’s vehicle. They say that your chances for survival decrease significantly if you allow yourself to be taken to a different location.

  I’d always thought to myself how stupid do you have to be to let some creep put you in their car? I’d always just assumed I’d have the wherewithal to kick him in the balls or something and run for help.

  But that certainly wasn’t the case in real life. The fear is almost paralyzing when a determined maniac is holding a six-inch knife against your ribs. You just keep thinking to yourself, someone will save me… I’ll keep waiting for my chance. But your chance doesn’t come, or at least mine hadn’t.

  During the drive, I considered opening the door and jumping out. The car was old and it had those pop-up style locks that could easily be pulled. I nearly tried it when he slowed to take that first turn. It was too hard. I couldn’t force myself to do it. I knew that taking my c
hances with whatever injuries may come from jumping was a better option than doing nothing and letting fate play out. Again, when faced with the harsh reality, it wasn’t so easy.

  When he pulled into the alley, I knew what he was going to do. He parked in a way that completely stumped any plan I had to get out and run. With the passenger side hugging the exterior of the building, the only way out was past him.

  Rick let the engine idle for a moment. His dead eyes bored into the concrete wall in front of us. The fact that he told me his name was maybe more chilling than anything else. It made things clear that he didn’t plan on letting me go. The way he went about the whole thing told me that this wasn’t his first time doing something like this. It was all too calculated.

  He was a predator. A pervert sitting alone, drinking in his car, waiting for someone to take advantage of. And there I was. Oblivious to the dangers of the world, unprepared. I bet when he saw me get out of that car he thought he had it the lottery. Young, pretty, all alone… vulnerable.

  But he wasn’t making his move… We sat in dead silence for several minutes as I tried desperately to think of a way to escape.

  There was a noise from outside the car, but before I could focus on it I noticed that his lips had curled up into a smile.

  “Bout time we get started,” he whispered. “Come here.”

  “No!” I screamed. There was no way I was going easily.

  He grabbed ahold of my left wrist and pinned it to the door while hoisting himself across the seats and back on top of me. The stench of dirty clothes, tobacco, and sweat didn’t faze me this time. He struggled to control my free hand but I swatted him away. I was able to post up on my elbow and strike out with a kick. It hit him flush in the balls. I heard the air escape his lungs.

  “Fuckin’ bitch! You almost made me cut you.”

  He still held the knife but for some reason it didn’t scare me now. I knew he wanted me alive.

  He drew back his fist and swung with full force at my head. I dodged it at the last second and it landed with a thud against the passenger window. I struggled and squirmed against his substantial weight. I put everything I had into it but his strength was too much.

  He reached for my neck. I tried to push him away but my one free hand couldn’t match his. His fingers found my throat and slipped to either side. He bared down with a crushing grip.

  I flung myself spasmodically back and forth, putting every last bit I had into surviving. The fight was draining the life out of me. My struggle for oxygen was real. As I focused all of my energy on staying conscious his fingers started to probe and tug at the button on my jeans.

  I’m let my eyes relax. My will to fight wasn’t gone, but my ability was. How could this happen to me? Things like this don’t exist in my world. I wanted my mind to go to a happier place, to block out what was about to transpire. That’s when my gaze fell beyond my attacker’s shoulder and came to rest on a heroic face. Staring back at me with eyes full of concern and rage was a man I knew I’d never met. Somehow, he still seemed vaguely familiar.

  The rest happened in a blur. The man from outside ripped the door open, almost taking it clean off its hinges. He pulled my attacker away, freeing my fragile body.

  I scrambled to a sitting position, hugging my knees to my chest. It was like a scene from an action movie. This guy -my savior- was pummeling the would-be rapist into dust. Sharp, bad-intentioned punches were coming one after another, raining down on his head.

  He dragged him from the car by the collar of his shirt and flung him against the building. Rick hadn’t made a sound. I think he was having as much trouble figuring this out a I was.

  In the moonlight, I got an unobstructed look at my hero. He was tall and lean, maybe 6’3” with big shoulders and thick, defined arms... A modern day Spartan with dark hair and piercing, angry eyes.

  I managed to squeak out a sound which caused him to turn his attention in my direction. The intensity in his face nearly melted me to the ground. He had a strong jaw and a couple of days’ worth of stubble the gave his handsome face a hint of ruggedness.

  With my hero’s attention solely on me, my captor took the opportunity to scramble away like a frightened child. The mystery man snapped his head around and started to give chase toward the entrance of the alley. I ran after him, reaching the main street and shouting loudly.

  “Wait… please! Don’t leave me alone out here.”

  He stopped in his tracks and came back to me begrudgingly as the filthy man moved out of sight.

  “What the hell is going on?” he said. “Do you know that fuckin’ guy?”

  “No, I… he grabbed me near the Stop ‘n Go on 22nd. He made me get in his car and brought me here. He was trying to…” I trailed off as the magnitude of the situation settled in my chest.

  “You saved me,” I said, having a hard time maintaining eye contact. Out of sheer habit I sucked my lower lip and arched my back.

  “You shouldn’t be out alone so late. You know that’s not smart right? Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I think I’m fine. Maybe a bump or a bruise here and there but I’m tough.” I said.

  “We need to call the police… I don’t carry a phone when I’m out running. Where’s yours?” he asked.

  “On the street where he grabbed me,” I replied. I turned and looked back into the dark alley toward the car.

  “I think I saw a cellphone in the car...”

  I took a step back into the alley but gasped when a strong hand grasped at my shoulder.

  “Stop. Someone else is back there,” he said, peering into the darkness. All I could hear was the idling engine of the old Buick. Before I could protest, the engine roared. The wheels screamed as it spun round, high beams blinding me as I stood in directly in its path like some kind of stunned animal.

  “Get out of the way!”

  I screamed as he pushed me aside just in time to watch the car come tearing past, speeding away.

  “Who the fuck was that?” the man asked, staring after the car.

  “I don’t know… We were alone,” I whispered, breathing hard. Mr. tall dark and handsome had just saved me for the second time, and all I wanted to do now is run away and forget any of this had ever happened.

  “Well I’m pretty sure your friend there had some company…”

  “My God…”

  I was crying now… Crying like I’d never cried before. Emotions were rolling over my body. If this man hadn’t come… If he weren’t there for me… He reached out and combed the hair out of my face with his fingertips.

  “What’s your name?” he asked calmly.

  “I’m… Bria…”

  He stepped closer and my mind went blank. His thin t-shirt clung to his abdominals like plastic wrap.

  “Let’s get you out of here, Bria,” he said.

  “Wh- where’s your car?” I asked.

  “Nearby. I was out for a run but we’re close to my gym. I’ve got a phone there. We can call the police from there and I’ll give you a ride home when we’re done...”

  “Okay.” I let him lead and stayed at his hip like a new puppy dog. As we walked away from the alley, I kept my head on a swivel, looking for my attacker.

  “He’s gone Bria. Don’t worry.”

  His confidence was out of the ordinary yet still so real. I felt safer walking with him than I ever had felt in my entire life. The way he spoke was comforting, not because he was the nurturing sort, but because he did it with a tone that showed he could never be wrong.

  “Just up ahead,” he said. I own the gym. I’ll go in and grab a clean shirt while you use the phone. I’ll have you home before Kimmel is over, princess.”

  The gym looked more like a damn cathedral. The front doors stood more than fifteen feet high.

  “This is your place?” I asked.

  “Yup.”

  “It’s huge. So what, you’re like a fitness trainer or something?”

  “Yeah, something like that. My name’s Luke
Greer. Pleased to meet you.” Luke stuck out his hand as if to offer a formal introduction. It was cute.

  “Bria,” I said, letting my hand be enveloped by his.

  “I know, you told me all ready,” he said with a wink.

  Electricity shot through me when we touched. My cheeks must have gone a rosier red than the gas station attendant’s. I tried to play it cool but he was so attractive. When he turned his attention to the front lock I had to steal a gaze at his running shorts. Even in the dim light I could make the outline of his impressive size. The man was carved out of steel. Everything about him was fluid and sexy. The way his muscular build moved was so… flawless.

  “Coming?” he asked.

  I shuffled in behind him as he flipped on the bank of florescent lights. Inside was a massive open room full of neatly spaced equipment. The floor ran from wall-to-wall with thick blue mats. On the perimeter, there were punching bags spaced at about twenty foot intervals. In the far corner was a huge platform, sort of like a boxing ring, but with a cage around it.

  “That’s like those things on tv,” I said. “You know, where the guys fight… it’s a boxing thing, right?”

  “That’s the octagon,” he said. “An eight-sided fighting platform inside of a cage.”

  “Do people who come here actually do that?” I asked.

  “Only the crazy ones,” he said as he used one arm to yank his shirt off over his head. “I’ll be right back. Phone is in the corner. Police aren’t worth a shit on this side of the city but maybe they’ll get something done if you make a report. You get a good look at either of the assholes?”

  “I guess,” I whispered, wishing his face was clearer in my mind. All I could think of was the shining blade in his hand, or the way he’d grinned at me… And I hadn’t gotten so much as a glimpse at the man who tried to hit me with the damn car.

  Luke disappeared down a hallway off the main entrance without waiting for my response. I don’t know that I could have said much anyway. I was too mesmerized by the view from behind as he strolled away.