His weight crushes me, and I kick and hit at him, digging my nails into his cheeks enough to draw blood.
“That’s it, fight me angel,” he goads while tearing at my clothes. In my struggle, I brush the erection that’s tenting his pants and the overwhelming sense to vomit washes over me.
He loves this. He loves the fight.
“Fuck you!” I spit.
He presses against my head, so it’s turned at a painful angle, my cheek flush against the wood flooring while I lie on my back.
With his free hand, he works my jeans off my legs, my flailing arms doing nothing. He has me pinned, wedged between my legs as he rips open my shirt, his hands groping me roughly, squeezing my breasts though my bra, his touch rough and painful.
His palm is still holding my head to the side, and my eyes dart around to find something to defend myself with, anything that could help me fight him off. My eyes land on a splintered piece of floorboard lying beside me up against the wall and I reach for it, one hand still pushing him away. I stretch as far as I can go, but it’s too far away.
I hear the sound of a zipper, followed by a grunt.
Shit!
“Let go of me!” I shout.
“Quinn!” I hear from what sounds like a few floor below me.
Dwight.
My heart lightens.
He found me.
“Dwight!” I cry, trying to wriggle out from underneath Martin’s weight, but he’s too heavy.
Footsteps pound up the stairs and suddenly, Martin’s weight is lifted off me and I gasp for breath.
“Are you okay?” Tori asks, crouching down beside me, wrapping an arm around my back and I nod.
“You fucking bastard!” Dwight roars as he pins Martin to the wall before driving his fist into his face. “I warned you about what would happen if you ever hurt her again!” He hits him again and again until Dwight releases him, and Martin sags to the ground, his face battered and bloodied.
“You…” Tori breathes out, her eyes wide as she takes in Martin.
“You know him?” Dwight asks.
“Victoria, it’s nice to see you again,” Martin croaks, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his sleeve. “How’s our daughter by the way?”
“What?” Dwight’s head snaps to Tori. “What is he talking about?”
Tori’s eyes drop to the ground, her reaction telling him everything without saying a word.
“Dwight, what he tried with me wasn’t the first time,” I speak on Tori’s behalf. Dwight finding out was the one thing she was afraid of, but there’s no hiding it from him now.
“You… yourapedmy sister?” Dwight spits through gritted teeth.
“She’s a tough one I’ll give her that,” Martin smirks, wincing slightly from the pain in his jaw, “but well worth the trouble.”
Tori whimpers beside me and Dwight lunges for him, bringing his fist down on him again. “She was eighteen! She was just a kid, you sick fuck!”
A deep laugh rumbles in Martin’s chest. “Knowing I had two out of three of your girls, Dwight, makes every bit of this worthwhile. If only I’d met Grace while she was alive… such a waste of perfectly good pussy.”
One more blow from Dwight renders Martin unconscious, his body tipping sideways until his head hits the floor with a thump, a trickle of blood pooling on the ground from his mouth.
Dwight turns to me, angry tears streaming down his face. He makes his way over to Tori and I and drops to his knees before us.
