“Get dressed,” Sandman tells me.
Something in me snaps. A sudden, desperate need to get away slams into me. I don’t think. I gather my clothes and shoes, then tear across the worn grass. Damn the consequences. It doesn’t matter that my chances of escaping are slim to none. I just need to get far away from him, even if it’s only for a little while.
One moment my feet are on solid ground, and in the next, I’m careening through the air. I hit earth with a bone-jarring whack, Sandman’s crushing weight expelling the oxygen from my lungs. I let out a faint whine, the brutal impact leaving me disoriented.
“Did you really think you could outrun me?” he rasps in my ear.
I hear the hiss of his zipper, then he’s penetrating me. No spit to soften his invasion.
“You’re my prey… a weak, pathetic nothing with three holes for me to enjoy,” Sandman rumbles, working his hardness into my muscular ring. “And I’m king of the goddamn jungle.” He fills me to the limit, then past it, stretching me to bursting.
“I’m going to show you how much I fucking hate you,” he groans, pinning my wrists on either side of my head.
I scream my agony as he bludgeons my body. There’s no other way to describe it. Sandman drives into my rimmed opening with merciless force, each thrust more ferocious than the last.
“I’m never going to let you go.”Thrust.“This is your life now.”Thrust. “Running is pointless.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Sandman bites down on my shoulder, feverishly pounding into me. The attack seems to go on forever. I sob into the dirt as he grunts and growls above me. I feel it coating my face… taste it in my mouth. It’s bitter, like the man ruthlessly ravishing me.
“Feels so fucking good,” he mumbles huskily, his warm breath fanning across my temple. “Fuck yes… take this nut deep inside that tight ass.”
He roars his release, propelling his hips impossibly faster… penetrating me impossibly deeper. Then it’s finally over, his body dead weight on my back.
Time melts together, becoming a blurry haze. I don’t recall putting on my clothes or shoes—or even straddling Sandman’s motorcycle. Every action is done without conscious thought, my mind on autopilot. I rest my cheek against his cut and close my eyes, my arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The vibration beneath my sore bottom and the wind whipping against my face transport me back to reality.
We arrive at a destination unfamiliar to me. Bright flowers, shrubs, and other greenery surround a monument sign rooted on the front lawn.Burk Cremation Services LLC.Goose bumps scatter across my skin. Tonight’s horror isn’t over yet.
“Why are we here?” I ask.
“It’s a surprise,” Sandman replies vaguely, triggering my internal alarm bells.
He lugs me into the building and down a winding staircase, his calloused hand an implacable shackle on my arm. I hear a click and fluorescent lights flood the cold room. I squint against the brightness, surveying the cavernous space. Three machines hum quietly to the left. Opposite them looms a pair of metal doors. Straight ahead lies a cluttered workstation, surrounded by various pieces of equipment.
“I just want to go home,” I say, my voice small and tired.
“Maybe tonight you die.” He ambles to the first machine and slams his fist against the green button on the front, lifting the electronic closure. “Get inside.”
“What is it?”
“A cremation chamber.” A smirk twists his lips. “You know what cremation is, don’t you?”
My muddled brain pieces two and two together.
“No,” I backpedal, jerking my head side to side.
Sandman glowers at me and opens his cut, displaying the gun stashed in his holster. “I’m not going to tell you again.”
Fuck that. I’d rather get shot than be burned alive. I spin on my heel and dive for the stairs. I’m halfway to freedom when Sandman latches onto my ankle.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he taunts, giving a hard tug.
I cry out, landing painfully on my side, my ribs taking the brunt of the fall. Sandman drags me back down the stairs and seizes my hair in an ironclad hold, yanking me to my feet. I angle my head and sink my teeth into his bicep and bite down as hard as I can. His blood on my tongue fills me with triumph.
“Bitch!” Sandman thunders, prying my mouth open.
My fist flies at his face, but he catches my wrist midair.
