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down for just a split second. “I want you to fuck me again,”
I said, barely able to get the words out.
    His
face lit up with malicious intent. “And I will. I’m going to punish you and
then fuck you like the naughty girl you’ve been. But first,” he paused,
thankfully pulling his hand away from me, “I’m going to make you wait a little
longer. I want you to strip for me.”
    My
heart skipped a beat…this was it. This was my chance to get the gun out of my
boot. I sniffed and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Taking another deep breath,
I said, “Whatever you want.”
    Giving
me a hard kiss, he backed away from me and walked to the chair by the wall.
Sitting in it, he crossed his legs at the ankles and said, “Well, get going.
Lose the shirt. I want to see your tits first.”
    I
smiled as best as I could but inside I was shaken and terrified. I tried to
hide my shaking hands as I found the bottom of my sequined top and I lifted it
up. Soon it was off and I stood before him in my bra and my skirt.
    He
grabbed his crotch and shifted it. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Take the bra off
next.”
    Breathe, Everleigh, just breathe. You can do this … I fought back another wave of
tears as I unclasped my bra and slowly slid it off my shoulders, revealing my
breasts to the predatory sociopath in front of me.
    “Yes,”
he hissed out. “God I can’t wait to suck those tits and come all over them. Now
I want you to bend over and take those sexy boots off.”
    My
heart rate sped up faster. No time to back down now. This was when I took back
my freedom and saved myself.
    I
bent down and unzipped the side of the boot without the gun. I didn’t want to
tip him off so when I took it off I looked back over my shoulder and I winked
at him. As soon as it was off, I started to slide down the next boot.
    As
the zipper reached the bottom, I felt the cool steel of the gun resting against
my ankle. I didn’t stop to think as I gripped it and slowly pulled it out of my
boot, sliding my index finger in front of the trigger, readying myself for
whatever I might have to do. Gripping the gun in my shaking hand, I heard Scott
say, “Hurry up baby, let’s get this moving so I can fuck the shit out of you.”
    Still
leaning over, I started to feel more brave and I said calmly, “Well, Scott, I’m
afraid I’m about to disappoint you again.”
    “What
the hell are you talking about?” he said angrily.
    Feeling
my adrenaline surge like never before, I quickly stood and turned to face him
and pointed the gun right at him. “I’m talking about the fact that you
will never get your disgusting hands on me ever again, mother fucker!” I
screamed, holding the gun surprisingly steady.
    After
the initial shock wore off, he cocked his head and laughed at me. “You really
think you have the balls to shoot me, you fucking bitch?”
    “Try
me,” I said through gritted teeth.
    He
stood and took a step toward me as if he didn’t have a care in the world…as if
the woman he just punched and tried to assault wasn’t holding a gun pointed at
him. “Well, I do have to hand it to you, Everleigh. You were able to take me by
surprise. Too bad I’m going to kill you for this,” he said, malice etched in
his face.
    “Not
if I kill you first,” I said, holding the gun as steady as possible as my hands
were now starting to shake.
    Taking
another step he said, “You’re not going to kill me. You’re too much of a
chicken shit to pull the trigger and we both know that. We could have had
something special, Everleigh, but now you’ve fucked all of that up by thinking
you were some brave little bitch and trying to hold me at gunpoint.”
    “Um,
I’m not trying to hold you at gunpoint, you stupid asshole. I actually
am and if you take another step toward me I will fire the gun. That’s a
promise.”
    He
stopped and let out a maniacal laugh. “I’m going to have fun gutting you after
I get one last fuck in. You fucked up bad this time, baby