by Amy Rose
His lips start to lift up at the edges, the beginning of his satanic smile, “Yes, you should be. We could already be married, Angie, don’t you see? If you hadn’t run four years ago, we could have gotten married. We could have already had a child or two, and I could have had a place to stick my cock all of those nights, too.”
At the sound of its name being called, said member twitches against my leg. He feels it too. “Now, be a good wifey, and get on your knees.” I do so without hesitation, I wrap my hand around his firming cock, and grip tight, pulling it forward and then back again. I lean forward and open my mouth, allowing the tip to push past my lips, “that’s my slut, suck my cock”, he says, his hands lower to take a position on either side of my head.
Prepared this time, I don’t even flinch when he pulls my hair, or when he starts pulling me onto his cock, I just let him, praying that if this goes well, he might give me some time out. He quickens his pace, and he starts inhaling short sharp breaths, he goes harder, and I anticipate the spurt of hot cum down my throat, but it never comes, instead he pulls out.
He lifts me up and places my ass on the vanity counter, spreading my legs wide for him before positioning himself at my entrance, “you washed that cunt for me didn’t you?” he asks, pushing his fingers inside me, he withdraws them immediately, lifting them to his nose, I see the blood on them.
Without any warning, he slams into me, I throw my head back, biting my lip trying to hold onto the scream that is preparing to escape my throat. His head leans towards my breasts and his bites my nipple, excruciatingly hard, “Fuck Dylan.”
“That’s right, I’m fucking you. I own this cunt, let the whole world hear it, Angela.” He keeps up his pace, punishing my pussy with hard thrusts. His hand finds its way around my throat again, and he tightens his grip. “Has Elliot ever had this cunt Angela?” he taunts, I shake my head not wanting him to know the truth and possibly make him angrier, “that’s what I thought, no one but me.”
“Only you, Dylan,” I say to him.
His free hand lifts and lands on my nipple. He takes it between his forefinger and thumb and squeezes it, then twists it so hard I feel as though it’s going to come completely off. I scream as loud as I possibly can. “Take it, take it, you slut,” Dylan spits out at me.
He increases his punishing pace. “You love it rough, don’t you,” he starts, pulling all the way out and slamming home again. “You crave someone to take control of your body,’’ all the way out, and slamming back in. “I’m going to make sure that you’re going to feel me forever. When you walk, when you go to the toilet, you’re going to know that I’ve been in this cunt.” He begins hardening inside me. “Now take this, you filthy cum bucket whore,” he grunts out as he starts spurting inside of me.
While he is still coming down from his bliss from release, I ask something that I have wondered for years. “Tell me, Dylan. How did you get off without any jail time? You raped me, broke my leg and you pretty much got a slap on the wrist. How does that happen?”
His eyes begin to lose their glazed over look and begin to focus in on me “because my lawyer was worth every penny I paid him. He made sure there was enough reasonable doubt. He convinced them that the sex between us, although rough was consensual. And with that, she was unable to convict me. I don’t see why you’re so upset; you got that damn protection order. Why does it even matter? We are here now, together and I’ll never be parted from you again.”
I know I’m not going to win this argument, not when he is deluding himself into thinking that we are meant to be together, and that by treating me this way he is somehow going to break me. I won’t let that happen. I stare into his emerald eyes, the ones I used to find beautiful, they now disgust me as much as the man they belong to.
Somewhere outside we hear the sound of a gunshot. Dylan pulls out of me immediately, dragging me naked along with him into the bedroom, “Angela”, I hear Elliot’s voice shout out my name. Dylan’s hand wraps around my mouth, as he pulls me in front of him, like a human shield. I feel blood and semen dripping down my legs, just as Elliot’s frame comes into the room with Price and Drake on his flank.
“It’s over, Dylan. Let her go” Elliot says, quietly, almost too quietly. He is barely holding himself back. Beside me I feel Dylan’s trusty baseball bat coming up my body, until he has it lengthwise across my throat, he pulls back, just enough that I feel my airway getting cut off. Elliot eyes the bat and sees that it’s covered in blood. Dylan notices too, “Angie here loves getting fucked by me and my bat” he spits back at him.
Elliot lunges forward and the pressure on my windpipe increases. I’m barely able to intake at all, I feel my legs leaving the floor as he lifts me up by the throat. “Put her down there, Mr. Roberts,” Price announces, his gun raised.
“If I drop her, I’m as good as dead” Dylan shoots back at them, he bends down, stopping by my ear and speaks loudly, so everyone can hear. “If I’m going to die, then so are you. Till death do us part. Isn’t that right, Angela?”
He rises once more, I feel his breath on the back of my neck, my legs flailing underneath me, lifting my hands to the bat, trying to get him to release it, even slightly, “Please, Dylan, I can’t breathe” I whisper hoarsely.
“You heard her, Dylan, put her down,” Elliot demands. His tone of voice is deadly and full of venom.
“Can’t do that, Elliot. This little slut here is my shield. If I put her down, your man there will shoot me” he spits out. Price sets him straight.
“No one needs to die here today, Dylan. Put Miss White down and we can all leave here. You can tell us what happened here over the last three days.” Three days, he has held me captive for three days. I look to Elliot once again and see that he has some serious five o’clock shadow on his face, and he looks dog tired, not his usual put together self.
“I’ve been here for three days?” I croak out,
“Yes sweetheart. It’s been three days. It’s okay, we are here now though. You’re going to be okay.” Dylan pulls back the bat once more, and it’s almost too much, I feel lightheaded, and stars start to appear in front of my eyes.
“She has been too busy riding my cock and baseball bat to know how much time has gone by. She is ruined now, Elliot, can’t you see the combination of my semen and her blood dripping down her legs. I’ll be the only person who she ever thinks of now, so even if you ever get the chance to be inside of her, she won’t be thinking of you. No. She will be thinking of me,” he snarls, “doesn’t matter, you won’t ever get the chance” he finishes, pulling the bat back the final half-inch, and I can’t breathe. I hear a gunshot somewhere around me. I look at Elliot, and as everything goes black, I mouth, “I love you” to him.
~ Chapter Twenty-Nine~
Elliot
The moment Angie’s body goes limp, it gives Price just enough space to place a shot perfectly in Dylan’s shoulder. As he reacts to the intrusion of the bullet, the three of us lunge at him. I manage to get Angie in my arms, as Price and Drake take the piece of shit to the ground, hard.
I lift her in my arms and take her to the bed. As I get closer and I see the amount of blood covering the sheet underneath, I feel my own anger overflowing from within. Seeing what this animal has done to her will forever haunt me. I lay her down as gently as I can and lay my ear on her chest, hearing her heart beating. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. She may be knocked out, but she will be completely fine. I press a quick kiss on her forehead before spinning on my heel.
Drake has him on the ground, his heel against his throat, while Price stands like a statue beside him, his gun angled down towards Dylan’s chest. I reach them and stand at Dylan’s feet, looking down at his pathetic form. I bend down and wrap my grip around his wrist, I pull him to his feet as Price and Drake step back. I drag his ass into the living room and Price closes the bedroom door behind us as we exit.
Drakes glances at me, he can see the emotions running through me, no doubt knowing I am a
bout to do something that I can’t come back from. He grabs my upper arm, Price comes over and takes hold of Dylan, pushing him down into the hard rocking chair, the tip of his gun pressed against his temple.
I let Drake pull me over towards the kitchen, “I know what you’re thinking man. You can’t kill him,” he says.
I whip my head around to face him, “Like hell, I can’t. You saw what he did to Angie. You can see the damage he has done, the blood over her body, on that fucking bat.” He nods.
“I agree wholeheartedly. The asshole needs to pay. But if you kill him, you can’t come back from that. No one will think twice if you rough him up a bit. Hell, I’ll help you, but trust me man, you kill him and you will lose yourself.” I look at him and I feel my nostrils flaring.
“He can’t get away with this, Drake. He can’t.”
I turn on my heel and walk away from my best friend, and over to the man I am going to kill.
Price reads my expression and nods. “Sir, there is no one for miles around. Shall I stay and assist, or would you like to do this yourself?” He asks. As much as Price’s military skills would come in handy in this moment, I know that this is something that I need to do myself and I won’t allow either of my friends to get involved. If I go down for this, then it will be me and only me who pays for the crime I am about to commit.
“I’ll deal with this scumbag myself. Wait here or wait outside. But either way, don’t get involved.” He nods once more, before making his way to take up position next to Drake, watching me. I pull Dylan from the chair and throw him to the floor, he rolls over, and tries to sit up. I connect my foot in a strike hard on the bullet wound in his shoulder, as he rolls onto his back, I bring it down once again, over his nose. I see the blood spreading over his face and know that it is broken.
He raises his uninjured arm to his face, and wipes at the blood. “You cunt. What the fuck do you think you are doing? Haven’t you already ruined my life enough. Firing me, for no reason might I add. I’m going to sue the hell out of you” Dylan pushes to his feet and takes a swing at me and misses wildly. I connect with his kidneys first, and swipe my leg underneath him, bringing him to the floor, landing on his back once again. I bring my foot against his throat and push down hard,
“I’m going to kill you, you worthless piece of scum” I growl down at him. His eyes flicker with fear.
“You’re not going to kill me. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, moneybags” which is where he is wrong. The voice fails to sound like anything other than a whisper.
The caged animal from within breaks free and takes over my body. I push on his throat to the point where I see the life leaving him, his hands scramble on my foot trying to get me to release pressure, but I can’t do that, and I certainly don’t want to.
“Elliot. Stop. You’re killing him.” Drake’s voice comes from over my shoulder. I hear the tell-tale signs of his boot clacking on the wood,
“Don’t come near me right now, Drake” I warn, but he is beside me, pulling me back. I see Dylan gasping for breath below me, clawing at his throat.
I launch my whole body at him, wrapping my hands around his throat, squeezing as hard as I can. I hear Drake’s voice again followed by Lenny’s, but the blood swirling in my ears makes it impossible to really hear what they are saying. I look into Dylan’s eyes which are now going bloodshot. Just a little bit more and he will be dead.
Two sets of arms are on either side of me, pulling me off him. I stumble backwards, and Drake holds me down. I shove him off and as I sit up I see Price slashing Dylan’s throat, blood spurting everywhere.
“Price” I call out, I raise my forearm to my forehead and swipe the sweat away, as I get to my feet to help him, he holds his hand up “I’ll clean up, sir”, he lowers his blade, wiping it on his pants, “go to, Angela. She needs you.”
I walk past Drake and into the bedroom and turn the light on so I can fully see Angela’s injuries. Blood stains and bruises cover her entire body. I walk to her and gently shake her shoulders. She moves slightly. I kiss her on the lips, as gentle as a feather and I feel her response, her body tightening, recoiling. She thinks it’s Dylan. “Wake up sweetheart. It’s Elliot. I’m here now.” Her eyes flutter open and look at me. I pull away giving her space, resting my hands on her own smaller one.
“Where’s Dylan?” she asks,
“He is gone, honey. He won’t bother you again. I promise.”
“What have you done?” she whispers.
“He will never hurt you again. You have no reason to ever fear him for even a second longer. You are safe, my love” a lump forms in my throat, “You scared the shit out of me just then, I thought.…” I pause. “Are you okay?” I lift my forefinger to stroke her cheek. Her eyes scan around us.
“I don’t know, I’m sore all over.” She lifts her arm to her face and wipes her cheek, smearing the now drying blood across her face, “Why are you still here? Why didn’t you leave? I’m spoiled goods. You heard him. You can’t marry me now.” Her beautiful voice cracks on the last three words.
Needing her in my arms, I hook my forearms underneath her ever so gently, lifting her closer to me. My free arm I bring to the side of her face, guiding her to look at me slightly. “Angela White, you listen to me and you listen good. I love you. I love you so much, baby, that it hurts when I am not with you. When I’m not touching you, I feel like I will die. You are not spoiled goods at all. I never, ever want to hear you say that again. You are absolutely perfect. What that animal did to you made me want to kill him. Seeing you like that, it took everything in me not to beat him to death.”
I shake my head. How on earth could she be anything but perfect in my eyes? I inhale a breath and close my eyes for a minute, “When we made love, it was the most incredible experience in my entire life, and I know every other time will be just as incredible.” Tears flow freely from her beautiful green eyes.
“I love you, Elliot. I love you so much, too.” She reaches up to me, taking a handful of my shirt in hand, pulling me closer to her so our faces are only inches apart. “Make me a promise, Elliot. Never let me go.” She asks, and I don’t even hesitate, as I know in my heart, that would never even be an option.
“Never, baby, I promise you. I’ll never let you go”.
I hold on to her until the authorities arrive. They take Dylan’s body away in an ambulance, and another comes over to look at Angela. When they advise they need to take her to the hospital for x-rays, she reaches out to me. “Elliot, you need to come with me. Please, I can’t be separated from you.” As if that was a chance. I wouldn’t be leaving her sight again. The male EMT looked into my eyes, no doubt seeing this wasn’t a matter for discussion, advising that it wouldn’t be a problem, that I could ride with them.
We ride together to the hospital. I hold her hand as they walk her into the long bright white corridor of the hospital until they take her through two doors that I can’t follow.
The next two hours, I pace madly, awaiting any update as to her condition. Price and Drake turn up some time during the course of waiting, with a cup of coffee which tasted like dirt. They both take a seat in the waiting area.
I keep replaying what has just happened before my eyes, and I feel sick to my stomach. Not only had Angela lived through this once before but now again, and only a short time after she took her body into her own hands and allowed me to worship it.
My beautiful lover put through that agony again. The blood flowing through my veins, feels as though the pressure has increased. As I look at my hands, they are once again clenched tightly in fists. I look down at my right, and although slightly red with a shadow foretelling the beginning of a bruise, that is all I have to show for my couple of punches landing on that sack of shit. In all honesty, I should have kept my fingers wrapped around his throat, and continued to squeeze until he turned purple, and then finally let go when he had taken his last breath.
But I wasn’t a killer and Price knew that I couldn’t do that to Angie
; she needed me right now, and if I had continued to assault him, then I would have been taken away by the police too. And then she would have no one. Of course, I would have ordered Price to be here to protect her as there is no one I trust more with her safety, but that isn’t his role. It’s mine.
I’m her confidant, protector, lover, fiancé, and in the coming years, her husband and the father of her children.
When the young doctor finally came out, I almost pushed him against the wall to demand what he knew.
“Mr. Sands, is it?” he asks,
“Yes, that’s right. My fiancée Angela White, how is she?” I reply, impatient to know the result. I feel Price and Drake come up beside me.
“We performed a rape kit on her and found evidence of some recent major tearing and internal damage. She will need to see a gynecological specialist. I will write a referral for her.” My hands curl into fists beside me, “There were traces of semen, which we have collected as evidence for the police. Her nose was also broken, so we have reset it for her. It will take around three or four days for her to be in less pain, and around three weeks to be healed properly.”
Internal tearing, major damage and a broken nose, Jesus fucking Christ. “Then of course there is the unknown mental scarring that has been done. We won’t know the severity of that until she wakes and starts talking to us.”
“Okay, can I see her?” I need so desperately to be with her and be by her side.
“Yes, however she is recovering, so please let her rest”,
“Of course, Doc. Not a problem.” He lifts his hand, and I follow him.
He comes to a stop outside of a basic recovery room.
“Sir, I’ll wait here for you.” I turn towards Price, emotion climbing my throat.
“Lenny, I just want to say thank you for tonight. if you hadn’t stepped in, I think, well I think….” he cuts me off.