Turbulent Desires(2)

The good humor on the large man's face vanished as he shot a look at the  man holding her. Another chill traveled through her because she had no  doubt who the boss was in this relationship. The man behind her shut up.

"No. They are all mine first," the large man said almost pleasantly.         

     



 

The man behind her let go of her throat and she sucked in a much-needed  breath before it was knocked back out of her when he pushed her forward  hard enough to drop her to her knees on the hard floor.

The large man gripped her arm and yanked her back to her feet, sending  shooting pain arrowing through her shoulder before smashing her to his  chest. Up close, she could see dents in his face, and missing teeth from  years of drug use.

Fighting tears, she tried to plead with him. "Please, just let us go."

Leaning back, he smiled before his fist came out and knocked her in the  side of the head, making her see stars for a moment. She almost wished  blackness would overtake her vision just to free her from the hell she  was in.

"If I want you to open your mouth, I'll let you know when and how wide,"  he told her. "We're going to have a good time here, and then you're  going to unlock these nice pretty cabinets with drugs in them."

The man's stinky spit splashed her in the face, making her shut her eyes for a brief second as she tried to regain her bearings.

"I don't have access to any of that," she told him. That was partially  true. The sort of drugs they wanted had to come from the doctors.

The man slapped her again for her less-than-satisfactory answer. She  tasted copper in her mouth and couldn't help the whimper of fear and  pain that escaped. It was exactly what he wanted, but she still couldn't  help herself.

He shook her for a moment before a gleam returned to his eyes. "I'll  just have to get you a bit more relaxed and then you can give me what I  came for."

"Where's Sandy?" Her voice was a bit stronger this time, but still not as forceful as she would have liked.

"Me and Sandy had a good time a few minutes ago. If you're a real nice  girl, then both of you will get to walk away from this. Do you  understand?" he said. He then began pulling her toward a curtained room.

"I get her next then?" the first man hollered as the giant continued moving.

"Don't worry. I'll get her nice and prepared for you," he replied back.

"Fine. I'm gonna search this place then." The first man stomped out of the ER.

Pushing Lindsey down on a hospital bed, her attacker leaned close as he  pointed his disgusting finger in her face and smiled, his rotten teeth  showing.

"We're gonna have us a good time, sweetness. If you cooperate and do  what you're told to do, then no one gets hurt. If you fight me, then I'm  going to carve you up into so many pieces they won't be able to  identify your body unless they're real good with puzzles," he told her.

Then to make sure she understood he was serious, he took out a huge knife and stabbed it into the bed only a foot from her face.

"Where is Sandy?" she asked. The more she kept him talking, the more time she was giving herself.

"She's tied up at the moment," he said with a chuckle, standing there,  admiring her. In that moment, Lindsey had a sick feeling that her friend  was gone. He'd done what he'd wanted with Sandy, and then disposed of  her like he was planning on doing to Lindsey.

"Please don't hurt me," she begged. She hadn't given up, but the situation seemed so hopeless.

He backed up a bit and Lindsey knew she had to try something. She lunged  for the door. But she made it no more than a foot when his meaty hand  wrapped around her arm and swung her back to him before shoving her face  first into the mattress.

Time stopped having meaning as he yanked at the tie in her hair. When it  was loose, he pulled the long strands while he pushed up against her  behind. She choked back sobs and bile as he struggled to undo the  drawstring on her pants.

If he got them off, the battle would be over. She continued fighting  against him, but she knew she was losing. Tears streamed down her cheeks  as the struggle continued. She could hear his belt buckle jingle and  felt him fidgeting with his own pants. The sounds of his grunts and her  whimpers mixed through the air. Then she could feel that he'd gotten his  pants down and only her scrubs barred him from violating her.

"That feels good now, doesn't it, princess?" he jeered as he pressed himself against her.

As he struggled again to get her pants undone, Lindsey remembered the  scalpel in her pocket. Reaching down, she managed to pull it out, and  then she struck without giving it a second thought.

With all her might, she swung her arm backward, aiming as high on his  leg as she could go, hoping to hit his femoral artery. God willing, he'd  be too busy bleeding out to retaliate. Then she could call for help.

Lindsey knew she hit something, because his howl of pain and rage  assaulted her ears before she managed to pull the blade out and push him  away.         

     



 

He stumbled back and Lindsey turned around, trying to decide whether to  stab him again or make a run for it. He made the decision for her when  he lunged back into her face, his cruel eyes completely arctic now.

His hands circled her neck, and instantly her vision blurred as he  looked into her eyes with vengeful hatred. She knew if she lived through  the night, that look would haunt her for years to come. Lifting her arm  again, she stabbed him once more, this time in the side.

The man let go of her neck and punched her hard enough that the room  went black. When she became aware again, she felt deep pain in her  abdomen, and then felt the stickiness of blood as it trickled down her  side.

Lindsey felt a tear slip as she realized she was going to die. There was  nothing she could do to stop this man. It was over. The last thoughts  were of the pain her family was going to go through. Her mother and  father would be devastated. Her brothers would seek revenge. So much  pain was going to be caused by this evil man, and she'd been too weak to  stop it.

Devastation consumed her.

"I warned you to play nice, you stupid whore." He screamed obscenities  at her as he lifted the scalpel and sliced her again. The pain stopped  and she knew that was bad-knew that meant her time was almost up. She  just hoped they caught this bastard before he could ever harm another  person again.

As his arm lifted to administer the final blow, a gleam of victory in  his eyes, his clear intent to go for her throat, a banging sound echoed  off the ER walls.

Everything slowed down as she watched disbelief enter the man's eyes for  the briefest of moments, and then his arm dropped and he fell on top of  her, pinning her to the bed beneath his lifeless body.

The next few minutes were a blur as his weight was lifted and a torrent  of activity overtook the room. Lindsey knew if she did make it through  the night, her life would never be the same again. She came in and out  of consciousness as she was lifted, her clothes removed, a needle  painfully stuck in her arm-and then the lights went out.





CHAPTER ONE

Sitting in the corner of the pew, Lindsey kept her large bag beside her  so no one would sit too close. Even with that layer of protection, her  body was pressed uncomfortably hard into the wall as she stared straight  ahead, not wanting to make eye contact-not wanting anyone to speak to  her.

She hadn't told anyone she was coming to the funeral of Doctor Ted  Stamos, but she couldn't miss it even though her injuries weren't  remotely close to being healed.

It had been only a week since the stabbing, since the moment she'd  nearly lost her life. The doctor had told Lindsey she was lucky she'd  been assaulted in a hospital; otherwise, there wouldn't have been time  to stop the bleeding.

Rubbing her fingers beneath her silk shirt, she felt the bandages on her  lower abdomen and grimaced. Lucky wouldn't exactly be the word she  would use.

Lucky wouldn't be a word she would ever use again. Luck had nothing to  do with her coming out of that horrible event while two colleagues, two  friends, had died. It had been the timing of the police force. But if  she'd made a call when she'd initially had the bad feeling, then today  she might be sitting around the cafeteria table sharing a laugh with the  charismatic doctor instead of sitting in a church, crushed against a  wall, while she fought back tears as people said their final good-byes.

Clenching her fingers into a tight fist, Lindsey took shallow breaths as  she tried to tell herself she was safe. Her side ached where she'd been  stitched back together, and her head throbbed because she'd refused to  take her pain meds on this particular day.

Lindsey wanted to feel the pain of survival. She wanted the reminder  that she'd lived while two other good people had died. It wasn't fair.  None of it was fair. But even so, she didn't want to be dead either. She  was just dealing with some major survivor's guilt.

The temperature in the room seemed to suddenly heat up, and there was a  shift in the air that Lindsey couldn't possibly explain. But without  turning her head, she knew who was next to her, knew who would dare sit  so close when everything about her screamed that she wanted to be left  alone.