knees,
my shoulders and back gave a dull aching throb.
“Oh wow, she’s kind of hot.” The other one swung down from
the converted hayloft, his sneakers thudding just in front of my face.
I rolled over and looked up at the one behind me, the one
who’d hit me. He was a skinny man, early to mid-twenties. His clothes were
dirty, hair overlong, lank and greasy and his face was pockmarked with sores.
He grinned and his teeth were an awful grayish blue. I winced.
“Hey sweet heart, lets you me and Jimmy here have some fun.”
The one behind me grabbed me by the back of my hair. I reached my hands up and
clawed at the fist in my pony tail. I kicked out at the one that advanced on
me, my booted foot connecting with his hip I sent him back a few paces. He
looked angry and my memories flashed on another angry man’s face.
I opened my mouth and screamed and caught the back of the
nameless man’s hand. I tasted blood and moaned.
“Bend her over the table Jimmy.” The one who hit me ordered,
he spat on the floor and I fought. I fought and struggled and kicked and
screamed and I knew without a doubt that there was no one to hear me.
I was shoved face down over a stainless steel table, the
metal cold against the heated skin of my face. I stomped down on the sneaker
clad foot of the man who held me down and was rewarded by a shout and a curse.
He lifted my head by my hair and slammed it into the table, my sinuses filled
with blood and I continued to fight. The owls were screeching, the cacophony of
sound catching my attackers off guard.
I struggled and tried to get up off the table but nothing
was coming of my efforts. Fingers slid into the waistband of my scrubs and
began jerking them down. I screamed, long loud and wordless and I kept
screaming, having nothing left to do…
Chapter 11
Hunter
The pack was heavy on my shoulders, an unaccustomed burden.
It had taken me an hour or so to fly back to my cache of belongings more suited
to my form as a man. It had taken that much time and longer just to hike to the
nearest logging road once my belongings had been retrieved.
I’d spent the majority of my day after that retracing the
tangle of terra firma and worn highways and streets back to Jessamine’s road. My
leg ached fiercely and several times I had paused to rest it before pushing on.
I was just heading down her long drive when I heard her
wail. I didn’t bother running in this form. Too slow. I abandoned my pack to
the mud, my aching leg forgotten and shifted out of my clothes winging my way
towards her cries and the barn.
I came in low and fast through the open door. Two men had a
hold of her, one of them had her bent, pinning her upper body against a metal
table. The other was pulling her pants down her legs, his pants already half
undone in the front. His intentions were clear but mine, mine were much more
dangerous.
Anger flowed through my veins, burning me up from the inside
out. I screeched my fury, adding to the wild calls of fear and warning from my
brethren and talons outstretched, dove for the one holding her down. He cursed
as they found purchase in his scalp and I rent flesh. He let her go to cover
his head, attempting to staunch the flow of blood. I smiled on the inside and
wheeled, diving for his cohort.
He fell back out of reach of my talons, one hand on his
pants, hauling them up. I flew down and shifted, fist flying forward in an
awkward punch from where my wing had been positioned a moment before, but I
landed my mark, my knuckles crashing into the side of the oaf’s head, a solid
box to his ear.
I kicked him square in the gonads for even thinking of
touching her and fist firmly entrenched in the front of his shirt, proceeded to
knock his nasty teeth down his throat, repeatedly.
His friend, bloody but not down for the count hit me square
across my shoulders, a searing line of pain that fueled my caustic rage. I
turned, his unconscious friend falling limp and forgotten to the
my shoulders and back gave a dull aching throb.
“Oh wow, she’s kind of hot.” The other one swung down from
the converted hayloft, his sneakers thudding just in front of my face.
I rolled over and looked up at the one behind me, the one
who’d hit me. He was a skinny man, early to mid-twenties. His clothes were
dirty, hair overlong, lank and greasy and his face was pockmarked with sores.
He grinned and his teeth were an awful grayish blue. I winced.
“Hey sweet heart, lets you me and Jimmy here have some fun.”
The one behind me grabbed me by the back of my hair. I reached my hands up and
clawed at the fist in my pony tail. I kicked out at the one that advanced on
me, my booted foot connecting with his hip I sent him back a few paces. He
looked angry and my memories flashed on another angry man’s face.
I opened my mouth and screamed and caught the back of the
nameless man’s hand. I tasted blood and moaned.
“Bend her over the table Jimmy.” The one who hit me ordered,
he spat on the floor and I fought. I fought and struggled and kicked and
screamed and I knew without a doubt that there was no one to hear me.
I was shoved face down over a stainless steel table, the
metal cold against the heated skin of my face. I stomped down on the sneaker
clad foot of the man who held me down and was rewarded by a shout and a curse.
He lifted my head by my hair and slammed it into the table, my sinuses filled
with blood and I continued to fight. The owls were screeching, the cacophony of
sound catching my attackers off guard.
I struggled and tried to get up off the table but nothing
was coming of my efforts. Fingers slid into the waistband of my scrubs and
began jerking them down. I screamed, long loud and wordless and I kept
screaming, having nothing left to do…
Chapter 11
Hunter
The pack was heavy on my shoulders, an unaccustomed burden.
It had taken me an hour or so to fly back to my cache of belongings more suited
to my form as a man. It had taken that much time and longer just to hike to the
nearest logging road once my belongings had been retrieved.
I’d spent the majority of my day after that retracing the
tangle of terra firma and worn highways and streets back to Jessamine’s road. My
leg ached fiercely and several times I had paused to rest it before pushing on.
I was just heading down her long drive when I heard her
wail. I didn’t bother running in this form. Too slow. I abandoned my pack to
the mud, my aching leg forgotten and shifted out of my clothes winging my way
towards her cries and the barn.
I came in low and fast through the open door. Two men had a
hold of her, one of them had her bent, pinning her upper body against a metal
table. The other was pulling her pants down her legs, his pants already half
undone in the front. His intentions were clear but mine, mine were much more
dangerous.
Anger flowed through my veins, burning me up from the inside
out. I screeched my fury, adding to the wild calls of fear and warning from my
brethren and talons outstretched, dove for the one holding her down. He cursed
as they found purchase in his scalp and I rent flesh. He let her go to cover
his head, attempting to staunch the flow of blood. I smiled on the inside and
wheeled, diving for his cohort.
He fell back out of reach of my talons, one hand on his
pants, hauling them up. I flew down and shifted, fist flying forward in an
awkward punch from where my wing had been positioned a moment before, but I
landed my mark, my knuckles crashing into the side of the oaf’s head, a solid
box to his ear.
I kicked him square in the gonads for even thinking of
touching her and fist firmly entrenched in the front of his shirt, proceeded to
knock his nasty teeth down his throat, repeatedly.
His friend, bloody but not down for the count hit me square
across my shoulders, a searing line of pain that fueled my caustic rage. I
turned, his unconscious friend falling limp and forgotten to the
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