smashed his lip and, worse, scarred him for life.
She rose swiftly, aware the dirt and sludge from the alley clung to her skirt and jacket. Desperate, she spun about, seeking for the distant noises of the street. She needed a beacon to lead her away from these men, and she was helpless without her cane.
“Where you going, sweetie?” Jesse commented roughly, dragging her back with a forceful tug. His hand wrapped into the thickness of her hair and jerked her toward him, pressing hot lips to her cheek.
“Let me go!” She shouted, but the words ended on a gurgle as he twisted her hair around her exposed neck.
“You see this, Ryan?” Jesse questioned scornfully, pulling the back of her head to his shoulder. “She thinks she’s just gonna take off, after what she did to us.”
“Nah,” Ryan responded. “We ain’t gonna let her leave like that. In fact, she got me wantin’ to taste her more than I had.”
“You think she’ll fight all the way through?”
“You’re damn right I’m going to fight, you moron!” Meghan spat harshly, swinging her fist upright. The blow never connected with her assailant’s face, her wrist captured in his brutal grip.
“I’m gonna like this, darlin’.” Jesse’s thick tones lowering as he pressed her to him. His fetid breath washed over her features and he ran his tongue over her cheek with chilling intent. Ryan hooted and suggestively ground his protruding organ against her hip, his actions causing her to struggle to escape their clutches.
“You know what, Jesse?” Ryan uttered into her hair, and a coppery scent filled her sinuses. She’d marked him well, she could tell, as bits of blood splattered the curve of her neck. “This one’s gonna be fun. She’s blind as a bat, and can’t tell anyone what we look like, and she fights mean.”
“You love it rough, don’t you?” Jesse breathed, his pot-laden breath flooding her lungs as he pulled her hair ever tighter. “I’ll give it to you real rough, Blondie. I’ll make you scream while I do you, and then Ryan will have his turn.”
“If you’re a good girl, we might take you home for some more fun.”
“Damn it!” She shouted, swinging at the air. Her ears burned with her fury and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She gulped, filling her lungs, and screamed in earnest.
Instantly, the man lurched away. Unable to determine what happened, she staggered. A shrill screech resonated, the sound a cry of torment, then silence swiftly followed. The one called Jesse drug her around, a hand still curled deep in her honey colored hair. She gasped, feeling his heartbeat quickening against her back, his ragged and frantic breathing rumbling in her ears. The arm crooked under her chin became slick with sweat, and fear radiated through him, emphasized by the shuddering chills wracking his body.
“Leave me alone!”
The demand didn’t come from Meghan’s lips. A blast of air burst past her, and a muffled cry gurgled from him, resounding into the silence of the night. A horrified sob left the mouth of her assailant, his breath stirring the tendrils of her loose hair seconds before he flew backwards.
Meghan fell roughly to the ground, grunting in pain as her bare knees struck the pavement. Her ankle twisted beneath her and she landed with an unceremonious plunk in a pool of foul water, the mire splashing upwards. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, slime on her hands, and seeping over her calves. Unsteadily, she rose, wondering what had happened. Silence greeted her, not even the betraying whisper of breath evident in the alleyway, besides the gasps wrenched from her aching lungs.
Abruptly, frigid wind whipped around her. Startled, she twisted her head around in an attempt to pinpoint the origin.
“Who’s there?” She inquired brokenly, uncertain, the air thick with the cloying scent of coppery blood. Stillness met her query, and she frowned, a chill sweeping over her cold flesh.
She repeated her question,
She rose swiftly, aware the dirt and sludge from the alley clung to her skirt and jacket. Desperate, she spun about, seeking for the distant noises of the street. She needed a beacon to lead her away from these men, and she was helpless without her cane.
“Where you going, sweetie?” Jesse commented roughly, dragging her back with a forceful tug. His hand wrapped into the thickness of her hair and jerked her toward him, pressing hot lips to her cheek.
“Let me go!” She shouted, but the words ended on a gurgle as he twisted her hair around her exposed neck.
“You see this, Ryan?” Jesse questioned scornfully, pulling the back of her head to his shoulder. “She thinks she’s just gonna take off, after what she did to us.”
“Nah,” Ryan responded. “We ain’t gonna let her leave like that. In fact, she got me wantin’ to taste her more than I had.”
“You think she’ll fight all the way through?”
“You’re damn right I’m going to fight, you moron!” Meghan spat harshly, swinging her fist upright. The blow never connected with her assailant’s face, her wrist captured in his brutal grip.
“I’m gonna like this, darlin’.” Jesse’s thick tones lowering as he pressed her to him. His fetid breath washed over her features and he ran his tongue over her cheek with chilling intent. Ryan hooted and suggestively ground his protruding organ against her hip, his actions causing her to struggle to escape their clutches.
“You know what, Jesse?” Ryan uttered into her hair, and a coppery scent filled her sinuses. She’d marked him well, she could tell, as bits of blood splattered the curve of her neck. “This one’s gonna be fun. She’s blind as a bat, and can’t tell anyone what we look like, and she fights mean.”
“You love it rough, don’t you?” Jesse breathed, his pot-laden breath flooding her lungs as he pulled her hair ever tighter. “I’ll give it to you real rough, Blondie. I’ll make you scream while I do you, and then Ryan will have his turn.”
“If you’re a good girl, we might take you home for some more fun.”
“Damn it!” She shouted, swinging at the air. Her ears burned with her fury and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She gulped, filling her lungs, and screamed in earnest.
Instantly, the man lurched away. Unable to determine what happened, she staggered. A shrill screech resonated, the sound a cry of torment, then silence swiftly followed. The one called Jesse drug her around, a hand still curled deep in her honey colored hair. She gasped, feeling his heartbeat quickening against her back, his ragged and frantic breathing rumbling in her ears. The arm crooked under her chin became slick with sweat, and fear radiated through him, emphasized by the shuddering chills wracking his body.
“Leave me alone!”
The demand didn’t come from Meghan’s lips. A blast of air burst past her, and a muffled cry gurgled from him, resounding into the silence of the night. A horrified sob left the mouth of her assailant, his breath stirring the tendrils of her loose hair seconds before he flew backwards.
Meghan fell roughly to the ground, grunting in pain as her bare knees struck the pavement. Her ankle twisted beneath her and she landed with an unceremonious plunk in a pool of foul water, the mire splashing upwards. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, slime on her hands, and seeping over her calves. Unsteadily, she rose, wondering what had happened. Silence greeted her, not even the betraying whisper of breath evident in the alleyway, besides the gasps wrenched from her aching lungs.
Abruptly, frigid wind whipped around her. Startled, she twisted her head around in an attempt to pinpoint the origin.
“Who’s there?” She inquired brokenly, uncertain, the air thick with the cloying scent of coppery blood. Stillness met her query, and she frowned, a chill sweeping over her cold flesh.
She repeated her question,
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