“Will, I didn't get you fired. Please, let me go,” Tracy implored.
Tracy could feel the warmth of her tears as they rolled down her cheeks.
“Lying whore!” he spat. “First you sic that fucking Italian gorilla on me. Then you fuck me over at work. Well, now I’m about to fuck you over, bitch!”
Will slammed Tracy’s head against the wall. The sound of his maniacal laughter began to fade as she fell to the floor. She fought to stay conscious. Will straddled her and ripped her robe open. When he tore her panties off, Tracy began to hyperventilate.
Will wrapped his fingers around Tracy’s throat, cutting off her air supply. With his other hand, he undid his pants. Tracy gulped like a fish out of water. Will forced her legs apart and positioned himself between her thighs. She was about to be raped.
“No, Will. Please...” Tracy begged.
But Tracy’s tearful plea went unheard. Will was working on finding her opening. Tracy looked into his eyes. They were void of humanity and radiating pure evil. She reached up and dug her thumbs into his eyes.
Will growled like an animal, but Tracy didn't let up. She wanted to snatch his eyes right out of his head. He struggled with her wrists, but Tracy dug deeper. Will finally gave up on her wrists, grabbed her throat, and squeezed. It felt as if he was crushing her windpipe.
“Bitch, I’m either gonna fuck you alive, or I’m gonna fuck your dead body,” he gritted between his teeth.
Because Tracy couldn't breathe, her arms went limp and fell to the floor. Her body went still. Tracy could feel herself fading away. Fear and sadness washed over her because she realized that she was about to die.
