I cry out. A broken, animal sound.
And he groans louder, his tongue lapping at the wound. Tasting.
"Fuck," he whispers against my skin. "I love the taste of copper when I'm fucking you."
His hips thrust harder. Brutal.
"You bleed so pretty," he breathes. "So, fucking pretty."
"I like it when you bleed."
"Makes it better."
"Makes you tighter."
I'm going to be sick. I can feel bile rising in my throat, but I can't move. Can't turn my head. Can't do anything but lie here and take it.
He pulls back slightly, looking down at me with glazed eyes.
"You taste like fucking heaven," he slurs. "Blood and cunt. Best combination there is."
I manage to claw at his back with what little strength I have left, my nails digging into his skin. And for a moment I think maybe he'll stop. Maybe he'll get off me.
But instead, he pulls back and punches me hard in the eye.
The impact is explosive.
White-hot pain blooms across my face, radiating out from my eye socket like fire.
I scream—
Or try to—
But the sound comes out strangled. Weak.
My vision goes dark on one side. Stars bursting behind my eyelids. I can feel my eye swelling already. The skin around it puffs up. Hot. Tender.
I try to protect myself. To bring my hands up to my face. But there's nowhere to go. He's still on top of me. Still moving. Still forcing himself inside me like I'm nothing. Like I'm just a thing to be used.
"Fucking bitch," he snarls. "You scratch me again and I'll break your fucking jaw."
The door slams open with such force it shakes the walls.
The sound cuts through everything—the man's moaning, my crying, the pounding in my head.
Heavy footsteps. Fast. Furious.
"What the fuck—"
A voice roars. Deep. Brutal.
And then the weight is gone.
The man is ripped off me so suddenly I gasp, my body jerking with the absence of him.
I hear the impact—flesh and bone hitting concrete—and then the sickening crunch of something breaking. A nose, maybe. Or teeth.
The guard is massive. Towering over the man who's now sprawled on the floor, blood pouring from his face.
