He smiled, showing perfect teeth that only childhood braces could deliver. “Get on your knees, bitch.”
Before I could respond, he hooked his fingers tighter in my collar. The thick filigree and impenetrable diamonds were the perfect lasso to jerk me up and flip me over.
No!
My jeans were no longer in reaching distance.
The moment I was on my knees, Daniel spread my legs and grabbed my hips. “Shit, yes.”
I screamed as he dug fingernails into my skin so hard he drew blood.
I gave up trying to reach for help. I gave up trying to remain human. The drugs buzzed in my blood, twisting me with horror and desire. But the desire was no longer for sex or pleasure. Oh, no. This desire was formurder. To rip outhis entrails and stuff them in his bleeding mouth. To slice off his cock and present it to Cut as my trophy. This desire was my ignition.
This desire was myannihilation.
Clearheadedness settled into every cell, even as Daniel yanked me back and fisted his cock to thrust inside. Purity and precision slowed my breathing. Certainty and courage stopped my shaking hands. And proficient power guided my fingers to the hem of my hoodie.
I forgot.
But now I remember.
The knitting needle.
The one implement I’d stroked and caressed since leaving Hawksridge. I didn’t need a scalpel. I had something better.
A thirty-five centimetre, single-pointed metal spear.
Closing my eyes, I conjured everything I loved, everyone, every reason why I would survive and Daniel wouldn’t.
Jethro.
Vaughn.
My father.
I would survive for them.
No matter what it takes.
I gave myself over to bloodlust.
I did the one thing I was born to do.
I carried out my promise to my ancestors.
My fingernails were blades as I sliced through the loose stitching and pulled free my weapon of choice. My life might be over. I might be alone. But I wouldn’t die without taking a Hawk with me.
Daniel grunted, lining himself up to rape me.
My skin went cold. My heart went calm. And I fisted my knitting needle.
“You ready for this, Weaver? Ready to be fucked?”
I didn’t reply as his knees touched the back of mine.
I didn’t move as his thighs pressed against mine.
I didn’t flinch as the tip of his cock entered me.
