I slapped free of his lingering restraint and glared. “Care to explain why I’m being taken? I’m only here for my mother.”
The mountain of a man scoffed. “That’s not for me to explain; I’ll leave that to your daddy. And besides, now that you’re here, there’s no more use for your mother.”
My gut dropped, and I swear the blood drained from my face. “What do you mean?” I whispered, barely able to draw a new breath out of fear they’d hurt her.
The asshole had the audacity to smirk but added no further comment or explanation.
“Tell me,” I screamed, lunging at him and trying to get my arms around his neck. My hold slipped from the side angle, and he fought back. Fingers snagged my hair again, instantly restricting my range of movement. Luckily for me, he was so preoccupied with trying to grab my arm that threw the punches, he didn’t see the other undoing the buckle of my high heel. As soon as my foot slipped free, I brought the shoe up and aimed at his face. The heel smashed down onto his forehead with a loud crack.
“You fucking bitch! Arno, pull the fuck over. I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson in manners.”
My blood ran cold as the driver swerved to the side of the road and stopped.
He turned to peer into the backseat as if nothing was amiss. “Need a hand?”
“Fuck you!” I spat, backhanding him while I had the chance.
Instant rage turned his face red, and he was out of the car before his muscle buddy said a word. A deep sense of foreboding weight loaded my stomach and the fight within me turned to dread. I was now faced with two large men, both enraged and lacking moral bearing.
The rear passenger door on my side flew open and the driver wrestled with my wrists. No matter how hard or how much I fought, with one locking down my arms and the other tugging my ankles, I ended up lengthways along the backseat and screaming for help.
“Shut the fuck up,” my captor boomed, and nodded when the driver’s hand clamped over my mouth and nose.
I struggled and tried to shake my head free before I slipped into unconsciousness. Finally, the driver released one of my nostrils just long enough for me to suck in a hasty breath. I regretted it the next instant. I wished I’d passed out because the writing was on the wall, and I was powerless to stop what I knew was coming.
The sound of my captor’s zipper lowering made my thighs clench. Their matching snickers of cruel laughter had my gut churning and bile climbing up my throat. I kicked out and thrashed as much as I could, but once he had my legs locked wide, I was at their mercy. For the third time today, I regretted my choice of clothing. Hair out, high heels, and now my shoved-up dress all but gifted him easy access.
I gritted my teeth and fought with everything I had. It was futile, but I wasn’t going to let the fuckers get the better of me by lying down and taking it. Fuck no. I bucked and growled and moved every single part of my body I could to hinder his progress. Even when the head of his penis pushed inside me, I refused to give up.
My lungs screamed for air and the tender flesh between my legs burned with the un-aroused intrusion. Stars began dancing in the corners of my eyes as my body reacted to the lack of oxygen. As much as I wanted to breathe, I prayed the driver wouldn’t be so lenient this time. I hovered on the outskirts of unconsciousness for a final few seconds before darkness blanketed the assault. The last thing I remembered was vowing to get revenge on these two men.
No one raped me and got away with it.
~*~
I roused timeless minutes later, still sprawled across the backseat, though by myself. The car slowed, then picked up pace again once a set of high wrought iron gates granted access to a property. I subtly pushed the hem of my dress lower, hoping that my movement wouldn’t attract the men’s attention.
The icky aftermath of my assault congealed between my legs, held there by my underwear that had been snapped back into place after being pushed aside. Fury and injustice ignited within me. There were three of us in the vehicle, and only two were leaving it still breathing.
While the driver was distracted by parking in his designated space, I pounced. This time my chokehold didn’t slip when I grabbed him from behind. I squeezed off his windpipe in the crook of my inner elbow while forcing his head forward with my other hand. The angle was awkward, but there was no fucking way I was gonna let this one get away. Even with the large Black man trying to pry my grip free, I held on after the driver’s body slumped into unconsciousness.
My captor swore profusely at the top of his lungs and hastened from his seat. He tore the rear door open and set me in his sights. During those fleeting seconds, I inflicted my final move on the driver. With a quick, calculated flick of my hands, I twisted his head to the side and heard the satisfying crack of his neck breaking.
Rough hands tangled in my hair and hauled me headfirst from the back seat.
“You just fucking killed him,” Mountain Man puffed.
I spat at his face and gritted my teeth. “You’re next.”
The slap to my cheek landed heavily and sent me reeling. I shook off the daze as fast as I could, but not before he had me in a chokehold against the car.
“I’ll fucking give you a taste of your own medicine, you little bitch.”
I slammed my barefooted heel onto his instep, then thrust my arms upward. It put him off balance enough for me to slip to the side and make a break for it.
I berated myself for not finding time to remove both shoes. The one I still wore hindered my escape, slowing my pace to a lopsided sprint toward the gates we’d entered through.
They clanged when I slammed against them but refused to budge or open enough for me to slip through. I cried out in frustration, then heard multiple pairs of running footsteps closing in on me.