Sasha should have felt fear. There should have been panic shutting down her will to fight. So many times, she had cowered in the corner while Brent viciously attacked her or had his way with her. Every instance had felt the same. Cowardice paved way for survival. This time, however, was different. Something felt different. There was no fear. There was no panic. All of it had been swept away in a single moment. She wondered if after everything which had happened to her tonight she had finally found a way to plant her feet and become immovable.
"No." She said, looking up at the vile man above her. Brent still clutched her throat but kept a loose grip. "I'm done being afraid of you. I'm done being afraid of everything. It's controlled too much of my life. If I die tonight then so be it. But I won't be dying a coward."
Brent scoffed, clearly amused. He loosened his grip on her throat a little more and reached down at her pants with his free hand. Sasha knew he meant to rip them off and take her here in the woods. She had decided it would not happen.
As the button came undone, her fingers searched the dirt for anything she could use. They slid across the rough and cool surface of a rock the size of a tennis ball. Digging her nails into the Earth, she scooped it free. While he pulled at her zipper, Sasha swung the rock toward his head. He never saw it coming. There was a tremendous crack! as the rock connected with his skull. Brent was sent toppling to the forest floor. For a moment, she thought she had killed him with a single blow.
His head lifted off the ground and extinguished the satisfaction Sasha had felt. A new dent had formed above his temple and blood poured from the wound and into his ear. Still clutching the rock, Sasha pounced on the man and swung it again but was unable to land another blow. He blocked her strike and threw her to the ground.
Brent was on top of her now, prying the rock from her fingers. She did her best to hold it tight but it was no use. The rock was ripped from her grasp and, to her surprise, flung deep into the trees. She had been certain he would have knocked several of her teeth out first.
He slid a finger down the side of his face, drenching it in blood. Before Sasha had time to react, he shoved it into her mouth. She felt his nasty finger against her tongue and on her teeth. He worked it into every corner of her mouth while she tried to pull away. Several times she tried to bite down but Brent kept a firm grasp on her jaw.
The moment his finger was removed from her mouth, she spit directly into his face. This only seemed to make the brute laugh. He wiped away the blood-filled mucus with one finger and clenched her throat again.
"Oh honey, you used to swallow." He bellowed a guttural laugh and began to unzip his pants. The moment had finally come. She was right back where it all started. He would rape her again and she would eventually submit. Her place would be at his feet like a wounded pup and she would lick his heel without question. He would use her and abuse her until he was finished and she would be left for dead in the woods. It was most certainly her fate.
But she refused. Death was fine by her but his rotten member would never enter her again. She would rip it off with her bare hands. Not a chance in hell would he be having his way with her tonight or ever again.
He leaned in closer and she could feel his stiffness against the crotch of her pants. "Just like old ti-" Sasha had pushed her head forward, baring her teeth. Then, she sank them into the soft flesh that was Brent’s nose, like butter. Something crunched between her teeth and Brent screamed in a blind panic. Twisting her head back and forth like a dog with a chew toy, she attempted to rip it from his face. Instead, Brent was able to free himself and push her away. Falling back to the ground, he cupped his hands around his face.
His nose had split open and shreds of flesh hung freely on either side. Blood poured over his lip and dripped off his chin. There were tears in his eyes and he cried out in pain. Sasha knew it would be her only time to strike.
With little regard for her own safety, Sasha snatched up a nearby fallen tree branch and rushed at Brent. As she cracked it over his head, he toppled to the ground. No hesitation. She flung her body on him and struck several more times. Large pieces of the branch broke free and splintered into the darkness. The stick was reduced to a sharpened harpoon. It was like the universe begged her to take his life.
"You don't want to do this, Sasha." He begged for his life but did his best to hide behind his controlling demeanour. "You're not as cold-blooded as you think. The last attempt didn't work because you didn't want it to. Deep down you know you need me in your life. I complete you. Look what happened when you tried to make it on your own. The whole town is trying to kill you."
"Because of you! The whole town is accusing me of some black magic shit because of you!"
"I told you, that
