“Sure, would you like a bottle of water? Crafty left a couple of hours ago, but we have a fridge,” Elsie says as she tries to find another excuse to get to her phone. She’s trying to keep her voice calm, John’s reassuring voice is in her head saying, ‘Keep calm and make no sudden moves’. Just the thought of his voice gives her strength, but it also makes her heart hurt. Please hurry up and get here, John! she begs, in her mind.
“Sit your ass down, and shut up, I’ll tell you if I want something!” he barks at her, grabbing her by her arm and yanking her back against the table, and facing forward. Elsie’s head hits the wall as his body leans against her back. He’s still holding her arm as he leans forward, over her bent body, and tells her, “You move when I say you can move, where I say you can move to, understand, Bitch?”
“Yeah,” Elsie grits out, between clenched teeth, as she shuffles her feet to steady herself. She can smell the alcohol on his putrid breath and it makes her stomach lurch. With his body practically on top of hers, the odors of filth, cigarettes, and human excrement fill her nostrils, and her stomach lurches again.
“Oh, so you want to play a bit while we’re waiting, is that it, Baby?” he laughs as he rubs his hardening cock into her ass.
Oh, God! NONONONO, not that!!! Don’t let him do that! I couldn’t live through it, please, God, have mercy!! her mind pleads with whatever higher power is listening.
His grip loosens slightly as he moves his other hand to fondle her breasts, squeezing and pulling on them. Bile begins to rise in Elsie’s throat, and she desperately tries to keep from gagging. John’s voice, in her mind, keeps telling her, ‘Keep calm, Angel, keep calm, think clearly.’
He starts to rub himself against her ass again, trying to get himself hard as his other hand moves to pull her shirt off her body, and he throws it behind him. She can’t take it, those old feelings of disgust with herself come raging back and she tries to fight him off.
“No, please don’t!” she pleads.
He yanks hard on the arm that he’s got twisted behind her back, and excruciating pain shoots through her body as he rips it out of its socket and it goes limp.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!” she can’t stop the scream that is wrenched from her at the sudden pain.
The intruder grabs Elsie, turns her around, and shoves her against the table again. CRACK! fills the room, vibrating and ringing in her head, from the force of his hand against the side of her face. The taste of blood fills her mouth as the pain in her face and head join the pain from her dislocated arm.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID BITCH!! I’ll give you something to do with that fucking mouth of yours, you can suck my dick!” he growls at her, his spit spraying from his decaying mouth inches from her and covering her face.
“Get that nasty mouth of yours away from my face, You Filthy Prick, and if your dick smells anything like your mouth does, that shit is fucking rotten,” she grits out between clenched teeth.
Anger and rage has filled her, and those combined with the adrenaline rush, from the pain, have cleared her head enough for her to form some logical thoughts. Although, telling him his dick is rotten probably wasn’t the smartest move on Elsie’s part.
“Fuck you! I knew you were a little cunt when I saw you in Myrtle!!” he roars and moves his free hand to strike her across the face again.
Realization dawns on Elsie. This is the guy who was with Bambi’s cousin at the MMA exhibition in Myrtle Beach. The shock is almost as strong as her pain.
CRACK!! Before he can bring his hand forward, Elsie smashes her forehead into his nose and blood is pouring out of it and into his snarling mouth.
“In your dreams, scumbag!” Elsie growls back.
“GODDAMN BITCH!!” he yells, letting her go as he brings his hands to his face.
Elsie seizes the moment, and his disorientation, and raises her knee to crash into his disgusting crotch.
“Bitch doesn’t even come close to describing me, you fucking pig!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” he bellows as he doubles over, grabbing himself.
SLAM! The elbow from her good arm comes down with all of her force, into his back, making him crumble to the floor.
“OH GOD!” he moans when his body lands at her feet.
“God won’t help you, douchebag!” she spits out as she brings her foot back to kick him.
But he grabs her ankle and pulls her feet out from under her, making her fall and hit her head on the table as she goes down.
“You stupid fucking cunt! I’m going to cut you up into tiny pieces, after I fuck the shit out of you!!” he roars and scrambles on top of her thrashing body.
He grabs both of her arms, even the limp one, and yanks them over head, as he straddles her legs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” comes Elsie’s scream as the pain from her dislocated shoulder rips through her.
He laughs and a hideous smirk pulls his lips up. She can see his face now, as she’s trying to focus through the pain, and it’s filthy, covered in scabs and pustules. It’s hollow and gaunt, with sunken eyes under greasy hair plastered to his very skeletal head. He’s a fucking drug addict, an ugly ass one! she thinks.
“Does it hurt, bitch?” he laughs at her and pulls on her limp arm again.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” comes another rolling scream from Elsie, this time tears start pouring down her swollen face.
He unbuttons Elsie’s pants and yanks them down as he moves his body to
