Crazy In Love | Buggy

s e v e n t y - e i g h t

My heart felt as if it had dropped in my chest. Pure fear and adrenaline rushed through my veins, and every part of my body screamed for me to fight and run. So, that's what I tried to do.

My first attempt was to scream as loudly, and as desperately, as I could for help, but as soon as he realised what I was going to do, his big sweaty palm clamped itself over my mouth. He had completely silenced me, and stopped my first attempt for help.

In pure and utter desperation, I tried to scream as loudly as I could against his hand. All that came out were low, muffled pleas which even he probably struggled to hear. I wasn't going to be able to call for help. Plus, even if I could, who here would even want to help me?

Unless, by some miracle, Buggy stumbled across us, I was all on my own. I was determined to not be his next victim, especially if he had what I assumed he had in store for me. I would have rather died than let that happen to me.

On the hand silencing me, I realised, there was a bandage. This was the hand that Buggy had cut a finger off. That seemed almost poetic, in a way.

In that moment, I wished I had encouraged Buggy to just kill him. He had probably wanted to, but did not want to frighten me. It would have been better for everyone if Jacques had just died last night.

I squirmed against his grasp, but Jacques was far taller and bigger than I was. He had me firmly pinned against the wall, with his entire body asserting its full body weight against me. I was being held in place. I couldn't free myself, nor could I scream for help. I could hardly move at all. I was screwed.

Suddenly, I felt Jacques press his mouth against my ear. I couldn't twist my head away from him.

He spoke against my ear, his voice dripping with excitement and cruelty. "If you'd just played nice last night, then this all could have been so nice for you." His body pressed against mine harder. He wasn't just pinning me, I felt as if I were being suffocated. "Instead, what I'm going to do to you will not be nice for you."

That proved to me that his plan was not just to kill me. He probably would still kill me, when he was done with me, but first he was going to do whatever he wanted to me. If it were up to me, I would have just died than allow him to do that. However, it didn't seem like I was getting a choice in the matter.

I felt his free hand lower, wrapping around the front of my body, clearly going to my waistband. He was going to put it down my pants, I realised with pure horror.

As he did that, I noticed something cold and metal against the skin where my waistband was. It was then that it dawned on me that I still had the knife securely stored in my waistband. I didn't hesitate, nor allow myself to think too much about what I was about to do.

I managed to riggle my hand free from where it was pinned. With him trying to put his hands down my pants, he had loosened how much I was pinned against the wall, giving me slight mobility.

With my free hand, I tried to grab ahold of the knife. It took me a moment, but I felt my hand wrap itself around the handle.

Everything that happened after that seemed to go by so quickly, like a blur, or a horrible nightmare. I didn't hesitate.

My mobility was restricted but I still managed to pull the blade from my waist band. If I were more free, I would have went straight for a kill point, but the easiest place to slash was his legs.

With one quick and fluid motion, I slashed the knife against his thigh. I physically felt it go deeper than I thought it would be able to go. That was good - I was worried that I would lightly cut him, then he would just take the knife of me. But no, I had done damage. Enough to get a reaction from him.