I hear the clink of metal, signaling he’s picked up one of the nearby weapons. I realize it’s the knife as he slowly and methodically starts to cut through my clothes. Firstly he starts with my tank top. The metal blade is cold on my stomach and I flinch.
“You thought it was funny to have that pumped up jackass come to my apartment and question me about whether I was fucking you?” he snarls in my ear and his spittle hits my cheek as he speaks. “You thought it was funny to have him picking over my life? Looking at me like I was some fucking freak?”
I shake my head.
“I had to sit there and live up to your little fantasy of me, chica—just some nerdy little gamer who couldn’t fuck a girl unless she’s on a screen. Because if he’d have found out what I really like to do to filthy little sluts like you, then I would have been in quite a whole heap of trouble, wouldn’t I?”
So he’s done this before? And he was worried that Jax almost found him out. Oh my God! How many other poor girls has he done this to?
“You’re not even my type. I prefer my girls much younger and skinnier than you,” he sneers. “But I’ll still take great pleasure in fucking every hole you have until you bleed.”
Then his knife slides up my inner thigh, cutting away my jean shorts, and I lie there motionless, praying for Jax and my father to hurry up and find me. The only other thing I have left is my stubborn refusal to let Dolos see me cry again.