The Ties That Bind Us: (The Ties Duet Part One) by Danda K. (chromebook ebook reader TXT) 📕

own, so he’ll just leave me alone. A maniacal grin spreads across his face, and I think this is it. I survived all these years being violently beaten by one man just to be killed by another. He presses his groin into my ass, and I freeze when I feel his hardness between us.

The knife presses tighter against my skin as I think, he’s getting off on this. My eyes fill with tears.

Please no, not like this.

He keeps his voice around a loud whisper. “You’ve got quite the ass on you.” He squeezes it, and I let out another whimper. Then he brings his hand to my chin. “And such a pretty face.” He caresses my face while staring at my exposed chest through the mirror. He licks my cheek, and I feel bile rising like acid in my throat.

Suddenly, anger fills the pit of my stomach. Never again. I won’t stand here and take it from anyone. I’m not a child anymore. Although this devil may be much stronger than me, I’d rather die fighting than allow him to have me this easily.

Searching every crevice of my being, I take whatever bravery I can collect and just go for it. As he lifts his face, I slam my head back as hard as I can, catching him off guard. I hear a small crack, and he stumbles back towards the door.

Gotcha, you sick, twisted, piece of shit. 

Dropping the knife and reaching for his nose, he sneers, “You bitch!”

“Get away from me!” I choke out as loud as my shock will allow.

Before I know it, he grabs me by the arms and throws me to the floor. I attempt to scream again, but he’s fast. His whole body’s sitting on top of me as he puts his hand over my mouth again.

He leans down and whispers, ”At first, I was just gonna fuck you. But now I’m gonna kill you, too.”

He slaps my face, my head jerking to the side from the impact, and I see needles and a syringe on the floor of the stall. I scream, but his hand muffles the sound. Ripping my bra down, he exposes my breast, squeezing so hard his nails dig into my skin. I bite down on the hand covering my mouth and feel my teeth break through the skin.

“Ahh, shit!” he screams. Pulling back, he shakes off his hand and slaps me again, harder this time.

As he shifts on top of me, I feel dizzy, and his leg inadvertently frees one of my arms for a second.

I take advantage, punching him on the side of his head. He tumbles over and slams into the door of the stall. I attempt to get up and run, but he kicks me in the thigh before I can get away, bringing me back down to the floor. He climbs on top of me again and flips me over to face him. Just as I accept defeat and pray he just kills me fast, the door flies open.

Jaxon stands there and takes in the view. His eyes widen and fill with rage. The next thing I know, my assailant is thrown off me, and all hell breaks loose.

Eighteen

Jaxon

I push the door open so hard it slams into the wall, and what I didn’t realize is my worst nightmare is playing out right in front of me. My eyes widen at Cameron, topless, and lying on the floor with some guy on top of her. My mind goes blank with rage, and the next thing I know, I tackle the dirtbag off my girl.

Cam quickly crawls to the other end of the bathroom, looking for safety. The piece of shit tries to run away, but I’m faster. I grab his shirt by the back of his neck and launch him into the mirror above the sink.

Glass shatters everywhere, and I lean over him and shower his face with punches while he sprawls across the sink. He gets one lucky hit in, and I stumble back slightly. He takes advantage and tackles me to the floor, then we roll around a couple times, throwing kicks and jabs. I get my leverage back and flip him over, my weight on top of him, rearranging his face with my fists.

I hear Cam screaming in the background, warning me he has a knife, but I’m so fucking mad I tune it out.

He gets a quick punch into my ribs, but I barely feel it. I’m seething. I lift his head with both my hands, gripping his collar, and send my forehead flying into his. He grunts in pain, but I don’t stop there. I lift his scrawny ass up and slam him against the wall, my hands squeezing his neck.

“It’s not as fun going toe to toe with a fucking man your size, huh?!” I punch him in the face again. And again. I notice Cam from the corner of my eye coming closer, so I give her a shake of my head, telling her to stay right where she is. She backs away and waits.

I elbow him in the face and bring my knee to his stomach. He huddles over and groans as I push him to the floor.

While he’s curled on his side, I lock eyes with Cam and yell, “Find the knife!”

When she spots it under the sink, she grabs it and holds it out for me. Her eyes plead with me silently. She probably thinks I’m gonna kill him, and I don’t blame her because I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind.

With more force than I intend, I instruct, “Cover the knife in paper towels and call 911.”

She hesitates for a moment before jumping into action. I watch as she grabs paper towels from the dispenser, and I move into the stall, finding the zip ties he most likely used as a tourniquet to shoot up. I hear Cam on the phone while I secure the