A kiss for Ree

Chapter 21| He's a psychopath

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I struggled against his iron grip, yelling, protesting, pleading — but he was at least three times stronger than me. I didn’t stand a chance. His hands clamped down so tightly that my strength drained away. My arms went limp, my legs wobbled, and slowly, helplessly, I stopped fighting.

"I like you, Ree," he slurred, spinning me around so my back pressed against his chest. He forced my hands together in front of me, trapping me easily. Panic bubbled up inside me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, sour and suffocating. Tears welled in my eyes as the fear took over. 

This was the worst mistake of my life — following a boy to his house.

"Be mine," he growled into my ear, squeezing me even tighter.

"No! Please... please let me go," I sobbed, my voice breaking.

"Just say you'll do it... like Heidi did. She was perfect... until she died." 
He threw his head back and laughed, a loud, wild sound that made my blood run cold.

What had I gotten myself into?

Suddenly, an idea struck me, desperate but maybe my only way out.

"I'll do it!" I blurted out.

He froze. "What? You... you'll do it?"

His grip loosened slightly. His disgusting breath hit my face, making me gag. This guy is a psycho.

"Yes, I'll do whatever... hm... whatever you want! Will you let me go home if I do?" 
I became still and stopped struggling, letting my back rest against him, making myself seem as vulnerable as I could.

"Ah, Ree. I really like you. I've liked you ever since Lila told me about you."
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He began placing small kisses on the back of my neck, and I closed my eyes tightly.

"Will you let me go home?" I asked between sobs.

His grip softened. "Of course — if you do everything I want you to."

"What do you want me to do?"

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Go away!" Ludwig yelled, his voice sharp with anger. I shivered at the sudden rage in his tone.

"But I'm here for the plate," a thin feminine voice replied.

"I said... GOOOO!" he roared, shaking with rage and tightening his grip again.  This is bad. Really bad.

"Did I hurt you?" he gasped when I whimpered.

"Can we sit?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Sure, my love," he said sweetly. 

He loosened his grip completely, then lifted me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder. He dropped me on his bed and knelt between my legs.

"I didn't know you'd agree so soon!" 
He was grinning like a maniac as he kissed my knees happily.

This was my chance, my only chance.

With all the strength I had, I drove my knee into his already broken nose, the impact so sharp even I felt the pain vibrate through me. 
Without wasting a second, I grabbed the bottle of alcohol he had mistakenly sat me on and smashed it over his head.

As expected, he passed out. He had already been drunk before.  It worked! I quickly shoved him aside and searched his pockets for his phone and the key to the room.

After unlocking the phone using his finger, I scrolled down to find the text he mentioned earlier. Thankfully, there were two messages in German. I randomly picked one, texted back, and told whoever it was where I was before dropping the phone.