Cut Too Deep(57)

“You make me sick.”

He took hold of the lace cup of her bra and yanked it sharply down, tearing the material and exposing her breast. One lip lifted in a snarl of disdain. “You’re going to love it, baby, or I’m going to cut your pretty tits off.”

With that, he took hold of her naked breast. She wanted to cry at the contact, his palm cold and clammy against her skin, and then he placed the tips of his fingers around her nipple and squeezed hard, digging the ellipses of his nails into her sensitive flesh.

Pain speared through her, and she cried out, her back arching, a tear spilling down her cheek.

“You ain’t felt nothing yet.”

He let go of her t-shirt and the material fell back down, covering her at least, though his hand was still up her top, cupping her breast. He reached down, pushing his fingers below the waistband of her sweatpants.

Oh, no, no. God, no. Anything but this ...

The idea of him inside her made her want to wrench her mind from reality. But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t just lie there and let him rape her. She needed to fight back.

He was so close to her now, their faces separated by a foot of space. He watched her expression for her reaction as he fondled her breast with one hand and moved his other hand lower.

Anger and humiliation built as a tight coil deep inside of her, and as his fingers pushed roughly into her panties and raked through her pubic hair, the coil sprung free and Jenna reacted.

She lunged forward, smashing her forehead against Garrett’s nose. She heard a crunch, and white light exploded behind her eyeballs, lightning flickering in front of her eyes, her already sore head now throbbing with new pain.

But Garrett’s hands were no longer on her body. Instead, he held them over his nose as blood dripped through his fingers and onto his shirt. He lifted his cold, gray eyes to hers, fury blazing in them.

“You fucking bitch.”

He reached out and slapped her hard across her face. Her head rocked back, feeling like she was going to suffer from whiplash. Garrett wiped the blood beneath his nose away with the back of his hand, though he only succeeded in smearing it across his cheek, making him appear even crazier.

He reached down to his belt. “I was going to take my time with you, but now I think I’m just going to make you pay.”

“No! Please!”

But there was nothing more she could do. The garage tilted as the head blow she’d suffered made her dizzy, and with her arms bound, she was helpless.

“You’re going to pay, and I’m going to love every second.”

Sudden banging shocked them into silence.

Garrett froze, and Jenna’s heart leaped with hope. The banging came from the rolled down metal door. Was someone here to save her? Did someone know about Garrett? Was Ryker finally here?

Instantly, his hands dropped from his pants, and he lunged for her, covering her mouth with his palm. It was sticky with his blood, and stank of sweat, making her want to gag.

“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he hissed at her.

A voice came, distant and muted from outside. Jenna’s stomach dipped in disappointment as she realized the voice didn’t belong to Ryker. “Hey! Anyone in there? Ryker? Sam?”

Footsteps walked from one side to the next. “Hello? Are you guys open?” Then he muttered, “Wasn’t much point in me making a damned appointment, then.”

Jenna tried to shout against Garrett’s palm, desperate to give the person some idea that someone was in here, but her yell came out as a muffled moan. Garrett clamped his hand even harder, blocking her nostrils as well and making it hard to breathe.

Help me, she cried in her mind, praying the person outside would hear something or notice something was wrong. Please, help me.

A shrill ringing suddenly sounded from behind the counter she was propped up against, making her jump. Garrett had the same reaction and they both turned toward the sound. The phone for the garage was ringing.

Jenna stared in its direction, mentally noting its location in case the opportunity arose where she might get to the phone before Garrett and call for help.

The phone rang a couple more times, and then an answering machine clicked in.

The sound of Ryker’s voice filled the room, and Jenna’s heart swelled with a mixture of love and remorse. “Hey, you’ve reached Russo’s Garage. Sorry no one is here to take your call right now, but leave us a message and we’ll get back to you.”

The machine beeped and the person outside began to speak, so they could hear the voices in stereo. “Hey, Ryker. It’s Murry Swain. I have my car scheduled with you guys today, but I’m here and the place is locked up. Can you call me back and let me know what’s going on?”