Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“You good?” I ask, unsure what to do.
“Fine.” He breathes heavily, hands in front of his torso so I can’t see them, but his arms are moving strangely.
“What are you doing?”
He gags again, which answers my question. All I want to do is get this guy to his dorm and get back to Ash.
“Hey, Curtis—” I start, just as he turns around.
“I just…can you help me?” he asks.
“Yeah, come on.” I grab his bag in one hand, then wrap my arm around him. His body is tense, and the second I’m holding him like this, I know something is wrong.
Curtis’s right hand shoots toward my face, cloth in his palm, his left arm holding me tightly, trying to wrestle and pull me in front of him so he can hold me tighter.
My heart leaps into my throat, survival instinct immediately kicking in. If this motherfucker thinks he’s getting the best of me, he’s got another thing coming.
My first thought is to scream, but then I’m opening my mouth, and I’m sure as shit not letting this guy chloroform me, or whatever it is he thinks he’s doing.
I try to twist out of his hold, and then he’s grabbing me with both hands, trying to pull me toward the woods.
This time, I do scream, since his arms are occupied behind me.
“Shut the fuck up! I’m so fucking tired of all you men-hating women!”
He tries to lift his arm again, wanting that damn cloth over my mouth, and I know if I let him do that, I’m screwed.
“Fuck you. Clearly, you deserve it.”
He pushes me toward the woods, but our legs tangle together, both of us stumbling to the dirt, not far into the trees. The cloth falls out of his hand as he fights, trying to keep his hold on me. I do everything to keep him off me, but Curtis is stronger than he looks; my kicking and screaming don’t seem to do much.
“Shut the fuck up!” he manages to roll on top of me, fighting to keep me down. I thrust upward, doing everything I can to get free, while opening my mouth to scream. The rag is gone, but he’s holding his newly gloved hand over my mouth now, and I’m scared to death there’s enough on it that he can still make me pass out. “I’ve watched you, seen how much you’ve changed since you’ve been here. You were nice at first, but then you thought you were too good for me. Now you think you’re too good for all men, holding your anti-male rallies, and now even fucking a girl! I’m tired of women like you.”
His other hand goes to my throat, and I know that if I don’t do something now, I’m dead. This guy will strangle me, drag me farther into the woods, and I’ll become another statistic.
Fuck that.
I do the first thing I can think of, not even trying to rip his hand from my throat. I grab his dick, squeezing it as tightly as I can, not letting up when it’s Curtis who cries out this time.
“You fucking bitch!” he seethes, looking like a completely different person from the Curtis I thought I knew.
He has no choice but to pull his hand from my throat, though I still have his dick. I push him off me, squeezing with everything inside me.
Curtis cries out again, rolling himself into a ball, as I shove to my feet, pulling my foot back and kicking him in the stomach.
He grabs a handful of dirt, managing to throw it into my eyes, and everything becomes blurry. But the second I turn to run, there are arms around me, another person is suddenly there, smelling like oranges and sunshine, and I know exactly who it is.
Aislin.
“I got you, baby. You did good. You did so fucking good,” she says. “You’re good. Stay right here.”
“Okay.” My eyes are stinging, and I wipe them just as I hear Curtis cry out.
I turn, just in time to see Ash kick him over and over and over again.
It’s scary.
It’s badass.
“There’s some kind of rag or something. I think he was trying to chloroform me,” I tell her.
“Look in his bag,” she says, and I do, seeing the bottle. There are more gloves in there, so I pull some on, trying not to get any of the liquid in the bottle on me. There are other rags inside, and I do my best with shaking hands, scared like hell I’m going to get some on myself, but I pour it on the cloth while my girlfriend beats his ass.
He’s crying, dirty and bloody, when I get back to him.
“Here, give it to me,” Ash says.
“No. I’m doing this.” I kick him one more time, then place the rag over his mouth. His eyes are wide, and he’s struggling, but he doesn’t have much fight left in him, not after what we both did to him. Curtis has no choice but to breathe in the chloroform, clutching at my hands.