Hard Bastard(30)

Which he probably was. I just didn’t want to admit that to myself.

I leaned back in my chair and glanced at the clock. It was after midnight and I was exhausted. I had to be up early again the next day to make a meeting at work, another in a series of seemingly useless and never-ending meetings.

I shut my laptop and stood, stretching. I let out a yawn and walked over to the bed. But as I collapsed onto the messy sheets, there was a knock at my door.

I froze. I didn’t order anything, as far as I could remember, but it was totally possible I called for some room service and they were just taking forever to get it to me.

The knock came again. I couldn’t ignore it this time. It was definitely real. I stood up and walked gingerly over to the door.

“Who is it?” I called out.

“Delivery for you.”

I frowned. “I didn’t order anything.”

The guy sighed. “Says right here that you did. Some pizza and fries.”

Curious, I unbolted the top bolt, but left the chain in place. I opened the door a crack.

“I didn’t order any—“

The guy was big and he moved fast. He kicked the door, wrenching the chain backward. I stumbled away from the door, a scream frozen in my throat.

He kicked again and the chain broke free. I finally managed to release that scream, but it was far too late. The man came in and grabbed me, shoving his hand over my mouth. He held me tight as he carried me over to the bed.

He had reddish brown hair and a thick beard. I’d never seen him before. He had thick arms and a full belly, and he looked like he was a football player in high school that went soft.

“Stupid bitch,” he growled in my ear. “You should have left when you had the chance.”

He shoved me onto the bed. I struggled, hitting him, but it didn’t do anything. He held me down with one hand covering my mouth and reached down to the waist of my sweats.

I knew what he was trying to do, and I began to fight harder. I kicked, screaming into his hand, wiggling and fighting. His bulk pinned me down though as he slowly managed to get my sweats and panties down a few inches.

“You dumb bitch. This is happening. I’m going to rape your ass until you’re bleeding and pathetic on the floor.”

Pure panic and terror took over me. I wasn’t thinking anymore, I was just fighting. I managed to get a knee up and smash it into his stomach. He rolled off and I screamed as loud as I could. I screamed my head off, my throat torn from the noise, but he was back on me in a second.

“That’s going to cost you, bitch,” he said, pulling a knife from his pocket. He held it to my throat as he unbuckled his belt. “Move and I kill you. That would be a lot easier, you know.”

I stared at him, not moving, eyes wide. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his dick out, this knobby disgusting prick. He smiled with yellowing and crooked teeth.

“Time to get what you deserve, bitch.”

He moved the knife away from my throat and leaned toward me, pinning me back down. I kicked and struggled, but I knew there was no use. I couldn’t do anything. I was nothing, a small tiny idiot in over my head, and I was going to get raped, violated by this filthy piece of shit.

In that moment, I wished he had just killed me instead.

I felt his hot breath against my neck. I felt him press against me.

I closed my eyes, sobbing, terrified, disgusting.

Then there was a crashing noise, and he was gone. Just as he was about to shove his disgusting thing inside of me, he was gone.

I opened my eyes and saw two men struggling on the ground, grunting and fighting.





Chapter 12





Gage





Rage tore through me in waves. When I found the door half open, the chain torn from its hinges and blocking it from shutting all the way, I knew what I’d find inside. I feared the worst and hoped for the best and found something in the middle.

I didn’t waste a second thinking about what I was going to do. I charged into the room and grabbed Kuzma, the dirty red-haired bastard, and threw him off Sadie. I dove onto Kuzma, punching him once, twice, before Kuzma slashed with his knife.

Pain seared up my ribs. I grabbed his wrist, grunting, shoving it aside. He fought back, caught off guard but still a killer. I held the high ground and kneed him in the crotch, dropping my weight onto the knife.

It slowly turned back toward Kuzma, plunging down toward his chest. He struggled, cursing, kicking his legs. He tried to bash my head with his, but I moved aside and kneed him again.

“Why?” he grunted.

I plunged the knife into his chest, not answering.

The bastard didn’t deserve an answer.

He went limp. I stood up and looked at Sadie. She was sitting on the bed, her eyes wide. She had pulled up her pants and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself.