I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.
“That’s what I thought,” T said with a smirk and then he was tucking the gun in the waistband of his pants. I didn’t move as he stepped back just a little and held there for a moment, his beady eyes on me. Then his fingers went to his pants and I closed my eyes as he drew his zipper down.
No.
I wanted to scream the word out loud, but I couldn’t. I’d been prepared to fight T on anything he wanted to do to me, including this, but that had been before he’d brought Hank into the equation.
I felt tears sting my eyes as I thought of Phoenix. It had been three days since we’d sat on the beach and talked. Afterwards, he’dkissed me for a really long time…just kissing. It had been amazing and once my mind had accepted that all he was going to do was kiss me, my body had started to react.
In more ways than one.
For the first time in years, I’d felt my dick stirring. And while I hadn’t been ready to take things beyond kissing, I’d considered the possibility that maybe someday I’d be ready for more. That Phoenix would be the one who could show me that sex wasn’t always about power and humiliation.
But this, with T, it would destroy all that. It would be like I was cheating on Phoenix, even though he wasn’t my boyfriend.
Because in my head he was so much more than that.
And as horrifying as what was about to happen was, I did have a choice. I could run or scream or say no. I doubted he’d really kill me…at most, he’d beat me to shut me up and then take what he wanted. But if I did that, Hank’s life was over. I knew that without a shadow of a doubt.
So yeah, I was choosing.
As much as I was already in love with Phoenix, I couldn’t risk Hank’s life.
I forced my eyes open and sucked some air in through my nose in the hopes it would clear my head and somehow give me strength to get through this. T already had his hard cock out. I started to lower myself to my knees, but stopped when T said, “No, Princess, we’re going to try something a little different today.”
A scream of denial pierced my brain, but I managed to quell it.
“Turn around and face the wall. Take your pants down.”
I shook my head even as I did what he said. The second I turned away from him, I let the tears fall as cold numbness began to blessedly settle over my body. My fingers shook as I opened my pants. It seemed to take me forever to work the zipper down and push the pants past my hips. I couldn’t bring myself to slide my underwear down. Although God and I weren’t on good terms anymore, I still prayed that He’d do something, anything. But I knew my plea had gone unanswered when I felt my underwear being yanked down my body. I was wearing a smock for the store that had ties in the back.The extra fabric would have afforded me some privacy from the front, but T snapped the tie where I had it loosely knotted and then tore the smock off over my head and threw it to the ground.
I heard T spit and I knew what it meant.
A little bit of spit on his cock was the only lube I’d get. And since I hadn’t heard any foil tearing, I suspected I wouldn’t have the benefit of latex separating my body from his. My last line of defense crumbled and I let out a harsh sob as T pressed up against my back and said, “Let’s see if this pussy is as tight as Gun said it is.”
“Levi, are you out here?”
I cried out in relief at the sound of the store manager’s voice. T let out a foul curse and shoved away from me. I heard his footsteps hurrying away from me as Adam, the manager, called out my name again. My limbs felt heavy as I struggled to get my pants up. I snagged my smock off the ground and bundled it up in my hand so the broken tie wouldn’t be noticeable. I was shaking so bad, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to stay upright.
God had heard me.
He’d actually heard me and he’dhelpedme.
I didn’t even know what to do with that. Maybe thinking it was divine intervention was a stretch, but I didn’t know how else to explain it. If T had taken that last little piece of me…
“Levi?”
“Here,” I called as I wiped at the tears on my face, but when I saw the blood on my hand, I scrambled to come up with something that would explain the marks T had left on my skin. I hurried over to the dumpster and smeared the blood still on my fingers on the corner of the lid.
“Hey, you okay?” Adam said as he rounded the corner. “Betty was starting to worry about you.”
“Yeah,” I said as I tried to calm myself. I turned around and wasn’t surprised when he gasped at the sight of me. “Had a little accident,” I said as I pointed at the dumpster. “I noticed the lid was open and went to close it and it kind of got away from me.”
“Wow, come on inside so we can get some ice on it,” Adam said kindly.
“It’s really nothing,” I said as I fell in step next to him. My adrenaline rush was starting to wane and the crash was making me dizzy.
“Tell that to Betty,” Adam responded with a chuckle.
