“I told you, do not fuck with me!” Eduardo roared, sounding as angry as he had in a long time. “Now, you will watch her suck me off like I know she will.”
His eyes bore into mine as he shoved me to the ground. I was in so much pain, but the most worrisome thing of all was those fucking eyes. Those terrifying, evil eyes. They had just so much hatred in them, I wondered how anyone could live with it. It was literally unfathomable to me, even though I was witnessing it myself.
I moved forward to my knees, only because putting weight on my foot was such incredible, terrifying pain. But I realized immediately with Eduardo’s smirk how much this seemed to be going according to plan. He had plenty of space with Mason. I had…
I had to do something.
He started to unbuckle his belt.
“Yes, like the good bitch that you are,” he said. “You did suck my cock well for someone getting raped.”
I looked over to Mason. He was just looking for his chance, his moment, but Eduardo’s gun was still pointed in his direction. It was up to me.
I moved forward as if accepting my fate. Waiting for his dick to be out to bite was out of the question; I was not willing to sacrifice that much of my dignity to do something.
But I had an idea.
He tossed his belt to the side. It grazed me on the face, but that didn’t bother Eduardo. Why the hell would it?
He started to unzip his pants.
This was my moment, when his hand lifted up.
“Such a good—”
I lowered my head and rammed my skull right into his crotch as hard as I could. I didn’t have nearly as much strength as I wanted behind it, but it made Eduardo double over.
And unlike me, Mason had enough awareness for when to get into the game.
I leaned back after my headbutt and scooted away, grimacing with every step at the sheer agony in my foot. But I was safe for the moment. Eduardo and Mason were wrestling on the ground, trying to establish control.
I looked to the black man, but he didn’t look confident in his shot. He could have just killed both with ease, but that would have defeated the purpose.Come on, Mason, finish him! Fucking kill him!
They punched each other in the face. They headbutted each other. It was a savage, brutal, vicious display of hand-to-hand violence unlike anything I’d seen, somehow even more gut-wrenching and unsettling than shooting at each other.
And then Eduardo’s gun slid across the floor and landed at my feet. I grabbed it. I’d never shot a gun in my life. I’d held them, having gotten one after the rape, but I’d never had the courage—or need—to use one.
But I rose on my one good foot. I tried to aim.
And I saw the other Reaper’s problem.
The instant I thought I had an opening, Eduardo and Mason shifted positions. If I knew where they were going, I could have gotten an easy shot, but that was a gamble not worth taking.
But then Eduardo delivered a vicious headbutt to Mason. It knocked him out. Eduardo spat on him. And then he looked at me with a grin.
And he saw that his victory had come at the expense of his life.
I glared at him.
“For what you’ve done to all the other women, you bastard.”
I pulled the trigger.
The first shot landed right in the chest. Eduardo staggered back, looked down at the wound, and looked back at me.
“You fucking bitch,” he said.
I shot him again. This time, my bullet landed closer to the throat. My lack of accuracy actually worked to my advantage here. He raised his hands to his throat and fell to his knees, his body weakening. I came forward and pointed the gun against his forehead.
