“GET OFF OF ME, YOU FILTHY PIG!! IS THIS THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET SOMEONE TO FUCK YOU, BY RAPING THEM! You are PATHETIC!” she yells at him.
WHACK! another crack across Elsie’s face reopens the split lip from his first hit.
“You’re gonna suck my dick now, you fucking whore! Then I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. When I’m done, I’m gonna cut pieces of your body off, one by one, and you’ll be awake for every single cut. How’s that sound for a fun-filled night?”
Elsie stops moving and a very pleased smile spreads across her bruised and swollen face, the movement making her head throb from the pain.
“When he gets here and rips you apart, nice and slow, that’s when the fun’s really gonna start. I’m gonna record you screaming like a little bitch, which is exactly what you are, you fucking limp-dicked coward.”
“Who the fuck are you talking about, Slut?!!”
Elsie could only laugh. She laughs even harder as fear flickers through his eyes.
He starts to unbutton his filthy pants, they’re so dirty the color is unrecognizable. He lifts his hips and starts to pull out his semi-hard, skinny, toothpick of a cock.
“Laugh on this, Baby, suck it!!”
“You put that sorry excuse for a cock in my mouth, and I’m gonna bite the mother fucker off, don’t try me!” she tells him in a very matter of fact voice.
It made him stop and look at her for a moment, assessing whether she’s telling the truth or bluffing.
“Fuck that shit,” he growls, and lifts himself up enough to roll her over underneath him. “I’ll just fuck your little asshole, you ever been fucked there, Bitch? Do you like it? I can’t wait to ram my cock in your tight fucking ass!” he taunts her sickeningly.
He’s kneeling on the backs of her knees and he has her bad arm twisted behind her back. She is immobile. She can’t move and there’s nothing she can do about it. The pain alone has her frozen in its grasp, she can only whimper, hovering on the cusp of blackness and delirious pain. He starts hitting her on the ass and legs, and shoving his fingers into her holes, as the welts from his hands form up and down her body. Elsie can feel him pumping away on his limp dick, trying to get it hard behind her, and he occasionally smacks her ass with the flaccid member.
“Oh, yeah, Baby, I’m gonna fuck you like the filthy whore that you are!” he laughs as he finger fucks her ass. She whimpers, trying pull herself away from him.
There is a sudden gust of cool air as the door flies open.
“You piece of fucking shit!!” John roars as he pulls the drug addict from off of Elsie and throws him across the trailer, his body flailing through the air like a rag doll. He is on him immediately with one hand on his throat, the other pulled back to pummel his face with his huge fist.
“Please don’t….,” the intruder begs John, his extreme fear of the huge man is obvious in his bulging eyes. His pants are still open and are falling down his rail-thin legs. His skinny shriveled up penis is flopping over his filthy underwear, and he’s got bruised injection marks covering the flesh of his thighs. John also sees the bruising on the man’s face and the recent left-over blood where Elsie had head-butted him. Good girl.
“Shut up!” John yells as his fist makes contact with his face.
John has never felt so much rage pumping through his veins as there is right now. Even after all of the horrors he’d seen in war, there is nothing that compares to what he felt the moment he opened that door and saw him on her. He has to make sure Elsie is ok first, she has to be his priority. With his hand still gripped tightly around the man’s neck and the other waiting to pummel his skull, he turns to her.
“Angel, are you ok?” he asks her softly, his voice trembling with all of his pent up emotions.
She turns her face to look at him but she can’t see him through her swollen eye. But just the sound of his voice assures her that she’s ok.
My poor Baby Girl, look at what he did to you! And I wasn’t here to protect you, oh God! I’m so sorry, Angel! his anguish screams in his head.
“Yes,” she croaks out. Then the sobs begin to take over her body.
John nearly crumbles under the avalanche of emotions, hers and his, and his always controlled countenance threatens to crack. He can’t hold his fist any longer, it jack hammers into the side of the skinny man’s face.
“John, STOP!!” comes Rico’s voice, bellowing from the door.
John turns towards him, stunned.
“Let him go, he’s mine,” Rico orders sternly.
“What the fuck, man! He beat Elsie and was….,” the words get stuck on the lump in his throat, he can’t bring himself to say anymore. The image of her like this, because of this piece of shit, is forever burned in his mind. And killing him wouldn’t be enough.
“I know, and I’ll make sure he gets what he deserves. I’m a detective and he’s involved with a heroin bust that went down tonight. Let me take him, John, don’t make it worse, Bro,” Rico instructs him calmly, slowly stepping into the trailer.
John’s eyes catch the shuffling movement of Elsie’s battered body on the floor. He holds back the sob that nearly escapes him, he has to be strong for her. Her whimpers, from the pain of her arm as she tries to move, pushes him over the edge. John shoves the limp body, which he was still holding by the throat, at
