Haze by Andrea Wolfe (best motivational books for students txt) 📕

But was that voice really Timothy's? If it wasn't him, then who the fuck was it? My mind was fragmented, disjointed as it tried to put anything together at light speed. There was no time for hesitation.

Who the fuck was attacking me? My dress tore and uncomfortably cool air tickled my thighs. Oh God, I know where this is going.

It didn't matter who was attacking me. Being attacked was being attacked. I had to survive this, to keep myself together until it was over. Jack would be on his way soon, he had to be.

There was a pulsing hardness against my thigh, a disgusting, vile, repulsive thing. The assailant's cock was already out, pressed against my bare skin as he forced me against the wall even harder. He ripped my panties off my body, literally tearing that seemingly flimsy material to provide him full access.

I couldn't figure it out. It had to be someone I knew based on what he said, and it seemed so fucking simple. It was probably Timothy; that was all I had.

Time was moving at warp speed while my mind crawled along. I instantly thought about how incredible life had been only a few minutes prior. I was about to move in with Jack, the man I wanted more than any other man on the planet. The man as perfect for me as I was for him.

Who the fuck was this man? He was a fucking thief, someone trying to take something from me that wasn't related to money at all. Why had I made this mistake? Why had I put myself in jeopardy like this?

His hardness kept crawling up my leg, my accompanying fear no different than if it were a snake about to deliver a fatal bite. I was out of breath as outward choked sobs dominated my compressed windpipe. I couldn't see anything and that made my mind invent horrible images all around me.

Jack, please...

I couldn't let it go all the way. I had to stop him. I fought, writhing against the wall, doing my best to ensure that I couldn't be penetrated. The rumble of a car passing by in the alley was all the more prominent due to my deprived sense of sight. At least that was going well for me.

Was it the limo? Jack had to be nearby. But even if he was, he had no reason to check here. The likely places I would have wandered were in the opposite direction since the venue was near an adjacent street with bars and restaurants. Too late was approaching really fast.

Oh yeah, I was fucked.

The smell of liquor—whiskey, more specifically—spilled into my nostrils as I continued to fight. Alcoholic piece of shit! I knew my efforts were futile because there was no way in hell I could overpower this bastard. He was strong—and overly motivated. I didn't give up though, and he had to release his hand over my mouth to forcibly shift my pelvis toward his.

"Mmm, it only makes me harder when you fight." The whiskey scent made me feel ill.

"Effie!" The scream was distant and somewhat muffled from my compromised position. "Where are you?" Even though I could hear it—which meant it had to be nearby—the scream sounded miles away.

It was definitely Jack—and he was definitely looking for me. I shrieked in response, a desperate cry that abruptly ended—a balled up fist struck my head, jarring the world just as it had before, punishment for my indiscretion. The world shook while Jack's tiny voice continued to echo in my head.

"You fucking bitch! I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut!" The knife slashed into my forearm, the flesh cut like it was butter. Blood started oozing down the front of my body as I realized how bad this had become. From bad to worse in mere seconds.

Oh God, his erection was pumping with the raised tempo of his heartbeat...

I was bleeding and helpless, dragged away in an alley, hidden from the man I loved while he was probably suffering through his own horrid panic attack. I obviously didn't want to be raped, but then again, being raped was better than being dead.

Rationalizing the situation made me realize that I was indeed giving up. Even if Jack found me, I could have fatal wounds before he even got to us. Maybe if I just gave in and stopped fighting, I'd wind up okay. This asshole would do his business and leave me alone. I couldn't see him anyway, so what risk was there for him?

Well, other than being identified by his semen...

The thought of my attacker's release brought about a plague of nausea, and I tried my hardest to suppress it. Filling this nylon bag with vomit wasn't going to help me get through this at all, even if everything about it was horrifying and disgusting.

I started to relax, the attacker's body language instantly responding. "I knew you wanted it the whole time, you fucking whore."

I wanted to say something and defend my honor, but instead my teeth clenched together nervously on my tongue. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, reminding me that my arm was bleeding as well.

It would all be over soon. It would all be over soon...

I kept silently repeating the phrase to myself as I fought to get air into my lungs. He was inches away now, ready to slip that wretched, throbbing thing inside of me...

Then I heard it—the high-pitched trilling sound of my stupid stock techno ringtone that I hadn't bothered to switch. Jack always laughed about it when he heard it, saying that I should never change it due to how cheesy it was.

Thank you, Jack...

I couldn't tell if it was actually that clear in the night or if it was due to my hearing being more keen in this survival situation. At the very least, it was far enough away that the whole operation here would have to be seriously disrupted to silence it. I could run if