"No."
I watch the outrage draw over his face.
"No. Rob, we broke up. I ain't yours. You hurt me! Yourapedme!" I say the words I was never before able to say, never directly to his face. "Please let me go.Please! If you ever loved me at all, just let me go. I won't even tell anyone you were here. I won't get you in trouble. Just please don't hurt me!" I beg him. I plead with my words and with my eyes, and for a moment, I can't be sure if I'm reaching him or not.
But then his eyes narrow, and the Robin I know is clear and present.
"You ain'tmine?! You crazy bitch! I hurt you?! How fuckin' dare you! Everything I ever did was becauseyouwanted me to!"
"No!" I cry, but his hands are everywhere. He forces his forearm over my mouth so I can't cry out again, his free hand pawing under my skirt.
No. No fucking way!I snap back into action.
I bring my knee up to his groin, but Robin twists, and the contact is mitigated. Still, he grunts in pain, and I seize the opportunity. I wrench from his grip and spin away from the wall, but Robin has a hold of my wrist and he tugs hard, slamming me back into the bricks. I cry out in pain as the side of my face meets the rough, hard surface. My vision blurs, but only for a moment, and I don't have time to recover. I try to twist away again, but my wrist is still caught in the vise of Robin's grip.
Forty feet away I catch Sam rushing past the alley. I know it's him, I'd know that hurried gait anywhere.
I scream."Sa-!"
But Robin's hand shoots over my mouth and the other yanks my hair, stinging my scalp with searing pain. He forces my head back until I'm staring up into hazel eyes burning with contempt.
"Sam?"he spits.
My eyes flash with panic that he heard what I screamed, and I know Robin can see it.
"Is that the loser you've been followin' around like a stupid fuckin' puppy?" he snarls.
Holy shit, he's been following me! For how long? Days?
My pulse passes the speed limit as terror squeezes my chest. Robin removes his hand from my face, but the one in my hair only tightens as he begins what is surely meant to be a sensual caress under my skirt. I twist and squirm, but his six foot frame cages me in, and he bunches my skirt up around my waist.
I suck in gasping breaths, but they don't reach my lungs, and a cold sweat rushes my entire body. ButI can't succumb to panic.Because that would leave me totally helpless.
What if I pass out? What will he do to methen?!
"P-please, Rob... I need... my... medi... cation," I choke out.
Robin scowls. "Right, your panic attack bullshit. Anything for a little attention, huh, Sleepin' Beauty? You'll be fine. You're with your man; I'll take care of you."
My eyes fall closed and tears stream down my face. I have no other choice. Every ounce of my energy is focused on trying to control my breathing. I cringe as Robin's callused fingers find the scar he gave me barely a year ago, and my eyes fly open to find him smirking in satisfaction.
"It scarred," he breathes in appreciation. "See, Rory? You'llalwaysbe mine. My mark is here to remind you in case you ever forget again." He follows the jagged line of scar tissue, dipping his fingers into my panties.
"P-please, don't," I beg once more.
"Tell me, sweetheart, has anyone else seen my mark? ThisSam?" he asks, deceptively calm, but I know the threat is there. "Did youfuckhim?" he asks. "Even though you belong to me?"
I know I should deny it, but I don't care. "Yes!" I scream defiantly. I know he'll probably kill me now - beat me to death or strangle me - but if I lied he would've just raped me anyway, and I'd rather be dead than have him inside my body even one. more. fucking. time.
"Youfuckin' whore!" Robin thunders and he grabs me by my throat and slams me back into the wall, the unforgiving brick a fierce weapon. The force steals the air from my body and my head swims with fog as I stumble to find my footing.
But it doesn't matter, my feet leave the ground anyway as Robin's hand tightens around my neck, choking away any air I had left. My eyes spring open in renewed terror as I realize that, yes, he really is going to kill me, and as his free hand frantically rips at my panties, I realize he's going to rape me one last time as he does.
And then he's off of me. I'm released so suddenly that I can't catch my footing and I stagger to the floor. A whirlwind of commotion unleashes in front of me. Someone else is here. Grunts and muttered curses barrage the air, but it takes me a moment to understand that the second man is Sam, and that he and Robin are fighting.
"Tuck, over here!" Sam calls out behind him as he lands a solid punch to Robin's jaw. While he's off balance from the hit, Sam kicks out his leg and Robin falls to the ground.
Sam lunges on top of him, landing punch after brutal punch. I still can't move, I simply look on in horror, knowing I should stop Sam before he kills Robin, but unable to bring myself to help a man who I believe with all my heart was about to kill me, and who was certainly about to rape me.
