When we had made it to the kitchen, it had taken a powerful right hook to drop me with enough force that it hadn’t been much of a challenge to tie me to the chair. However, as long as I was tied to this stupid chair, rape wasn’t on the menu just yet. Oh, I had no doubt that was his ultimate goal, but he couldn’t rape me while I was sitting down like this with my ankles tied to the chair.
But when Alvin came to stand next to me, my head jerking backwards as his hand came down to caress my cheek, he made his intentions clear. “You bite my cock, and I will fuck you up, Devi.”
I could actually feel the hate shooting from my eyes. “How do you propose you’ll accomplish that when you’ll be in so much pain?”
He slapped my face lightly, insultingly. “Because the pain will fade eventually, Devi,” he replied. “And when it does, there’ll be no saving you.”
I scoffed. “Because there’s a chance I’ll be saved now?”
Alvin’s face softened, and it was the scariest sight I’ve ever seen. The lovingly way he was looking at me showed what a true nutjob he really was. “I only have one chance with you, Devi,” he said. “I’m not leaving anything unexplored.”
He was serious.
Studying the crazy look in his eye, he was serious.
So, in what could be the dumbest move of my life, or the smartest, I stood up and dropped back with all my weight, toppling the chair. While my body jarred, I was able to hear the crack of the brittle wood and my feet were free, though they still had the feet of the chair tied to them.
“What the fuck!” Alvin roared, and I felt his hands on my shoulders as I twisted and turned with my hands tied behind my back. “Stop it!”
Yeah, right.
I started kicking and flaying about, slivers of wood scratching my back and arms. But with my hands useless, I knew I needed to use my body weight to fight this.
I needed to useanything.
Luckily, The Opera didn’t force us to wear feminine uniforms. We were issued uniform shirts, and everyone paired their top with jeans. The Opera wasn’t as fancy as The Symphony or The Orchestra and thank God for that. My jeans were saving me in more ways than one right now.
“Goddamn it!” Alvin yelled. “Stop it!”
We continued to struggle, and when I was able to get a broken piece of wood in my hands, I held on for dear life. I wasn’t sure how I could use it right now, but I felt better knowing I had a weapon of sorts in my hands.
Grabbing my shoulders, Alvin hauled me to my feet and the slap across my face rang inside my skull. I flew against the counter, and there was nothing stopping my momentum as I crashed to the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Alvin screamed, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was pacing, rage emitting from every inch of his body. But before I could say anything, the sound of a car’s revved up engine vibrated the flimsy windows.
Cassius was here.I just knew it. It had to be him.
Alvin raced to the kitchen window, and with Cassius’ arrival distracting him, I was able to stand up, and I took off running as best I could. I knew Alvin would catch up with me, but I didn’t care. I fucking ran, and it’d just be another fight if he caught me.
Thundering footsteps shook the weakened floor as Alvin chased me through the kitchen and into the living room. But as soon as I felt his hands grab a fistful of my hair, I let all my weight drop, hoping to force him to the floor with me.
But that wasn’t what happened.
As soon as I went to drop my weight, the sounds of the front door busting wide open and the deafening blast of a gun being fired shook my eardrums, and I was pulled down, moisture coating the side of my face.
“Devi!”
Cassius.
I felt his hands everywhere, and I laid there, spent, as Cassius untied my hands from behind my back and removed the ties from my legs.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped out. “Fuck.” Then he pulled me into his arms, the fact that I was covered in Alvin’s blood irrelevant. “Goddamn it, Devi.”
Then I started laughing like a complete lunatic.
Cassius pulled back to look at my face, and through my laughs, I could see absolute worry in those hazel orbs of his. “Baby, are you-”
“You didn’t say anything,” I babbled like a loon. “You just shot him.”
