There’s no air. I can’t breathe. He’s killing me. God, please…please help me.
“Stop fighting me,” he yelled at her again.
But she would never stop, never. Not in a million years. That wasn’t a part of her, not now or ever again. My gun—it’s gone. But what do I have?
Waterlogged vision prevented her from seeing much. Her best assets were the hard heels of her boots, her bare hands and her teeth for biting the hell out of him. She’d tried everything she could to get away from him, including nailing him in the face with the back of her head. He was three times her size at least, and all muscle at that. He surrounded her with his arms and chest, hauling her forward like a rag doll. Hitting and kicking him didn’t work. She just wasn’t strong enough. He was too large and seemed to anticipate her moves. The sweat and smell of him made her gag as it was. Manhandling her into his chest didn’t make it any better.
Choking…choking for air. Her eyes were so watery, she couldn’t see at all now. Please, help me…someone.
Wedging her lower jaw far enough beneath his forearm again, she bit down with all her strength.
“Oww, fuck!” he screamed.
Then, like before, he jerked her, repositioning his arm quickly into the crook beneath her jaw, and squeezed harder.
Oh my God, they’re going to find me this way. He’s going to kill me, and my mother will see my lifeless body. I’m going to die.
Darkness faded in from the sides. With her eyes wide open, pooled in tears, her vision ceased, and her ears filled with a buzzing sound.