The Destroyer Book 3 by Michael-Scott Earle Page B
Authors: Michael-Scott Earle
Tags: General Fiction
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conscious and otherwise uninjured. If I could get him off of me long enough to rise, I would run. I felt around me with my free hand for a loose rock or a stick, anything to use as a weapon against this beast. My fingers grasped nothing but the soft wet moss.
Jiure fumbled with his belt ties with his right hand while he held me down with his left. His face was frantic with excitement, lust, and rage. My stomach knotted in terror, driving the air in and out of my body in a painful screech. He let go of my shoulder and kneeled upright a little more so both of his hands could access his belt.
"Don't move. If you fight, it will just hurt more." His hands moved quickly and he unfastened his belt before he got the words out of his ugly mouth. Then he set about untying the leather chords over his crotch. His fingers were thick and shaking, it would take him a few more seconds to get it undone.
I screamed as loud as I could as I pulled my knees to my chest. Then I kicked him in the groin and toppled him backward. He yelped in surprise, but I had already made it to my feet and set off running away from him. If I could get over the creek and into the forest, I could outrun him, I could escape. I would escape.
I made it two steps before I felt his hand close around my ankle. I slipped on the smooth moss, fell forward into the creek, and inhaled a mouthful of the spring water. His hand yanked on my ankle again, dragging me out of the water. I sputtered and gagged.
And cried.
And prayed to my grandmother.
And begged Kaiyer to come. To save me like he had before.
"Bitch. Stop it!" He smacked me again and I screamed in pain. Then I lost all my air when he punched me in the stomach. The pain numbed me everywhere.
"I'll fuck you from behind like a horse if you don't lie still." I hated his voice.
He yanked the front of my dress to get me on my back. It ripped open and exposed my breasts. The sight of them distracted him for a moment and he grabbed at them hungrily instead of trying to force my legs apart. I could not feel him touching me anymore. It was as if I was in someone else’s body, watching this happen. It was not me. Someone else was being groped by this beast. Someone else was about to be raped.
"Damn you're beautiful. I'm going to enjoy this." He rubbed my breasts roughly for a few more moments and then yanked my thigh to force me open. "Maybe you'll give me a baby. Eh? Then you'll be mine forever." He sneered and he grabbed onto his erection with his right hand, it wasn't hard yet, but it started to become stiffer with his quick strokes.
He punched me in the stomach.
The thought hit me harder than the actual blow.
My pain was replaced by anger. Kaiyer wasn't going to save me. He was not here. My grandmother wasn't going to save me. She was dead. My father was dead. My mother was dead. As was my brother, Nadea, Greykin. They were all gone. All I had was the gift Kaiyer gave me. I had to protect our baby.
My right hand closed around a large, heavy river rock. Nadea, Runir, and even Nanos had offered to teach me basic martial arts, but I had never been interested. Violence bored me, and Greykin was always there to protect me. My attack with the rock must have been slow, awkward, and easy to dodge. But Jiure was no warrior. He was slow, lumbering and distracted by his penis. He was not expecting it. The rock hit him in the teeth with the staccato cracking sound of ice breaking.
"Mwarrhhhhh!" he screamed and fell. I was up and at the tree line of the glade before I glanced back over my shoulder to see him getting to his feet. Blood poured between the fingers that covered his mouth. He looked at me with hatred, but I disappeared into the forest before I saw if he followed me.
Just a few hours ago this trail had comforted me. Now every branch seemed to tear at my face, every rock caused me to stumble. It had been a dozen years since I ran through the castle chasing Nadea, Runir, and Nanos. Then I didn't have breasts, I
Jiure fumbled with his belt ties with his right hand while he held me down with his left. His face was frantic with excitement, lust, and rage. My stomach knotted in terror, driving the air in and out of my body in a painful screech. He let go of my shoulder and kneeled upright a little more so both of his hands could access his belt.
"Don't move. If you fight, it will just hurt more." His hands moved quickly and he unfastened his belt before he got the words out of his ugly mouth. Then he set about untying the leather chords over his crotch. His fingers were thick and shaking, it would take him a few more seconds to get it undone.
I screamed as loud as I could as I pulled my knees to my chest. Then I kicked him in the groin and toppled him backward. He yelped in surprise, but I had already made it to my feet and set off running away from him. If I could get over the creek and into the forest, I could outrun him, I could escape. I would escape.
I made it two steps before I felt his hand close around my ankle. I slipped on the smooth moss, fell forward into the creek, and inhaled a mouthful of the spring water. His hand yanked on my ankle again, dragging me out of the water. I sputtered and gagged.
And cried.
And prayed to my grandmother.
And begged Kaiyer to come. To save me like he had before.
"Bitch. Stop it!" He smacked me again and I screamed in pain. Then I lost all my air when he punched me in the stomach. The pain numbed me everywhere.
"I'll fuck you from behind like a horse if you don't lie still." I hated his voice.
He yanked the front of my dress to get me on my back. It ripped open and exposed my breasts. The sight of them distracted him for a moment and he grabbed at them hungrily instead of trying to force my legs apart. I could not feel him touching me anymore. It was as if I was in someone else’s body, watching this happen. It was not me. Someone else was being groped by this beast. Someone else was about to be raped.
"Damn you're beautiful. I'm going to enjoy this." He rubbed my breasts roughly for a few more moments and then yanked my thigh to force me open. "Maybe you'll give me a baby. Eh? Then you'll be mine forever." He sneered and he grabbed onto his erection with his right hand, it wasn't hard yet, but it started to become stiffer with his quick strokes.
He punched me in the stomach.
The thought hit me harder than the actual blow.
My pain was replaced by anger. Kaiyer wasn't going to save me. He was not here. My grandmother wasn't going to save me. She was dead. My father was dead. My mother was dead. As was my brother, Nadea, Greykin. They were all gone. All I had was the gift Kaiyer gave me. I had to protect our baby.
My right hand closed around a large, heavy river rock. Nadea, Runir, and even Nanos had offered to teach me basic martial arts, but I had never been interested. Violence bored me, and Greykin was always there to protect me. My attack with the rock must have been slow, awkward, and easy to dodge. But Jiure was no warrior. He was slow, lumbering and distracted by his penis. He was not expecting it. The rock hit him in the teeth with the staccato cracking sound of ice breaking.
"Mwarrhhhhh!" he screamed and fell. I was up and at the tree line of the glade before I glanced back over my shoulder to see him getting to his feet. Blood poured between the fingers that covered his mouth. He looked at me with hatred, but I disappeared into the forest before I saw if he followed me.
Just a few hours ago this trail had comforted me. Now every branch seemed to tear at my face, every rock caused me to stumble. It had been a dozen years since I ran through the castle chasing Nadea, Runir, and Nanos. Then I didn't have breasts, I
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