Chapter 90


    Handse around to grab my breasts and Ish out furiously, trying to yank free with little effect,


    wriggling to move but it’s almost futile. I’m held taut, and I can only imagine they think the super drug is


    going to render me docile at any minute. I start to panic. So many shing images running through my


    head to send me over the edge if I let that pervert back in to render me useless. I w away the visuals


    and try to focus on staying here, in the now.


    “What the fuck, Cam?” I snap at her, but the male behind me yanks me back against him harder,


    clutching my breasts painfully from behind, diving into my naked neck and shoulder and biting my skin


    with little care to leaving marks. I react psychotically, turning in his arms with new found strength from a


    sudden adrenaline boost, yanking my wrists free and throwing my hands at his chest with ps and


    shoves that are quickly restrained with fast reflexes and what feels like a million hands.


    “She’s a feisty one. You know I love me some fucking fire, Cam.” Heughs at me and looks over my


    head, trying to back me further into the secluded area with him. I struggle and fight, head full of that girl


    being pounded against the wall, panicking like crazy, tears biting my eyes and heart exploding in my


    chest.


    I don’t hear her response, don’t turn to see her before he dives in again, yanking me cruelly close with


    strong hands and forces his mouth on mine, his grip on my arms biting hard. Teeth sh against my


    lips which I have mmed shut, in the most painful way.


    He’s not the kind of young boozed up asshole I’m used to dealing with; he’s about thirty-five maybe


    more, strong, well-built, and obviously works out. He just reeks of money and power and no way in hell


    am I able to fight him off. He’s intent on getting what he thinks he’s owed. Some sort of sex hungry


    prick with little concern about raping women it seems. I open my mouth and bite his lip hard, tasting


    blood with satisfaction, trying like crazy to get him off me, but he’s like an octopus with limbs encircling


    and trapping me. He grabs me by the throat and tightens harshly, hurting and choking off my air supply,


    pulling me into his mouth with a deadly evil gaze, right into my eyes which makes me momentarily


    mute. I’mpletely terrified. Gasping at the shock of his swift reaction, aware that I can’t inhale, or


    swallow and my body goes limp.


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    “I have a million fucking rape fantasies; I suggest you y nice if you don’t want to be on the receiving


    end. I love ves and some BDSM, really know how to make a girl fucking scream, and I don’t mean in


    pleasure. Cami owes me. Pipe down and let the drugs take effect, you will thank me for itter.” His


    cruel words calm me momentarily, my body reeling in shock and that psychotic, controlled tone makes


    me freeze submissively for a moment.


    I turn my head slightly to catch Cami, to plead for her to help me with wild eyes and tears falling


    freely. I don’t know why I think she will, considering the bitch tried to drug me. She blows me a kiss,


    cold and uncaring and turns on her heel with a little smirk. Disappears into the crowds around us and


    leaves me trapped in this cruel embrace.


    Finding my inner fire, sparked by her response, wing out from inside me as his mouth ascends on


    my cleavage. He is obviously someone who is used to getting what he wants, doesn’t take no for an


    answer, but I am not about to give in because I know I can’t win. It isn’t in me to give in that easily, even


    when my father abused me for years. He left me ck and blue from the beatings because I wouldn’t


    yield to him. I am not about to fucking yield now, to this power-crazy asshole with a hard-on, especially


    not when surrounded by people who might actually help me if I make a scene.


    I push with all my might and bring my knee up hard into his groin, the way Arrick taught me years


    before. Little memories of self-defense moves he tried to get me to remember. Kept hounding me to


    learn under his careful guidance, and right now, I wish I’d listened to him and took more lessons. I get a


    twisted sense of satisfaction when I collide with something soft, then hard, with a force to hurt my own


    limb in the process, and he lets me go, crumbling into a bent pose with a muffled ‘ughhh’.


    I make a dash for it, but he’s only half wounded, recovers inhumanly fast, grabbing my wrist and tugs


    me back to him so I collide once more. This time he grabs me by the throat and pulls me tight to him,


    so I’m nose to nose. Squeezing so I can’t breathe, can’t take a breath and I panic. I grasp at his fingers


    with both hands, no longer fighting to get away, but fighting to take in air as, that terror-inducing fear


    points out I can’t. I’m suffocating and I’m going to ck out if he doesn’t let up on my throat. His grip is


    superhumanly tight, and he has no qualms about applying pressure, obvious he uses this form of


    control frequently.


    He lifts me up a little, so my feet scrape the floor, making it tighter. Weird gaspse from my mouth


    and he sneers at what he’s doing to me. A smirk on his face that puts the fear of God into my soul.


    This here is a monster, much like the one I ran from. A man who has no qualms about inflicting pain


    and suffering and taking what he wants. I know I’m pretty much screwed; even in a public club like this,


    this kind of shit happens all the time. With enough money and power, you can make anything go away,


    and he knows it. This obviously isn’t the first time he has exerted force on a little girl, and I have no


    doubt that as soon as I get weak or pass out from this, he will fuck me, in a dark rancid corner like that


    girl, and then walk away as if nothing happened. His smug confidence in how he’s handling me makes


    that clear.


    What the hell is Cami into?


    He forces another kiss on me, loosening my throat enough that I gasp, still unable to do anything but


    w at his hands and try to pull back. I taste the blood I caused on his mouth, gagging at its vileness.


    Crushing cruel hard lips lock against mine, pushing hard to open me up to him. My body is weak,


    resolve deteriorating with theck of oxygen and I know that I’m fucked. I’ve been on the receiving end


    of an overpowering male, intent on sticking his dick inside you. I know how useless a girl can be when


    faced with brute strength, regardless of where we are. I resign myself to the fact that I can’t fight, no


    one’s going to save me, but I know if I lock myself inside my head then I can endure it like I did so


    many times before. I won’t let this destroy me; I never let any of it destroy me.


    I’m ripped out of his grip by warm hands around my waist, yanking me back and depositing me on my


    feet, hard, in the blink of an eye. Gasping and choking. Suddenly able to inhale air. The rush of it


    makes me dizzy and I crouch and crumble to my knees, clutching my throat pathetically, as I expand


    my lungs ande back to reality. The sheer force of relief that I can breathe and get lightheaded with


    the sudden intake of oxygen. Everything’s spinning, but I’m aware I’m not being held anymore. I have


    no idea who the hell just grabbed me and dumped me like this tonguish on the floor amid pounding


    feet.


    I look up as the blood drains from my body, a cold wash of terror as I realize exactly who. That


    formidable hard body, his speed, and skill unmatched by normal men, pounding his fist into the creep’s


    face in sheer rage. Arrick looks insane, he’s bypassed all his typical calm and cool responses and is


    instead, beating the guy into oblivion. In a fury of punches and movements that would befit a ring fight,


    he seems lost in his own head, unable to stop. Beating down a reign of pain on his victim. Nothing like


    he has ever done to any sleazy asshole in a club for me before.


    Fear grips me, sense hits me harder, and I realize he might actually kill him. Concern for him overtaking


    me, I jump to my feet, closing the few feet that have opened between us amid the grinding crowd and


    start hauling him by the back of his shirt, yelling his name. Begging him to stop. He’s like a demon


    possessed, pounding the guy into the ground with swift trained blows, precisely ced, like a well-oiled


    machine on autopilot.


    Arrick is deaf to me, oblivious to my pulling at his shoulders and arms as he hits him repeatedly. The


    guy tries to fight back, obviously someone who can, yet still no match and is already on the floor.


    Arrick’s too fast, too well trained, and too enraged to be controlled. The other man has no chance.


    He’s on the ground cowering as Arrick rains an assault of blows and kicks at his head instead of body,


    and surrounding dancers are starting to turn with themotion which at first had been concealed. I


    dart around in panic, thinking of what this will do to his career, his reputation. It will be in every paper


    and magazine if I don’t stop it. This could ruin his life.