Butterfly's Year

53. No scalpel, no move

–  W-who are you? – I mumbled through a clenched throat.

The stranger smiled half-heartedly and I felt very naked in my black satin dressing gown.

–  It's not important – he replied in English, but I could tell from his accent that he spoke Italian or Spanish daily. – Your boyfriend didn't do what my boss asked, so now I have to carry out his threat. Although... – He dropped his voice and looked at me with a lustful gaze, making me feel naked again – killing such a beautiful and hot woman will be a very unpleasant duty for me. It was very fascinating to watch you playing with yourself....

He gave me a very suggestive look, from which I could guess what was going on in his head and trousers.

An uncomfortable shiver ran down my spine. I was standing in front of a strange man in just my dressing gown, and at that moment he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at my chest.

–  You know what – the stranger asked in a light tone, as if he were having afternoon tea with me. – It's a crime for a woman like you to experience your last time without a cock in your pussy – he announced in an expert tone, probably referring to my earlier long-distance play with Victor. – The last time you ever have sex should be special. Violent. Strong. So much so that you wouldn't be able to sit on even the softest cloud in heaven. That's the way to have fun. Your fingers can't do it, but I can. I'll tell you what we're going to do. – He dropped his tone theatrically and looked at me again with a hungry, lustful gaze. – You're going to turn your back politely, bend over and stick your ass out so I can see both of your holes. Then you will wait until you feel the barrel of a gun on your wet pussy. Don't be afraid, I'll unlock it as soon as you put out your hands and let me tie them together. Then I'll grab you by the hair, stick my cock in you up to my balls and fuck you like the devil in hell couldn't do it better. And you'll be quiet because we don't want anyone to disturb us. Then, of course, I will have to kill you, albeit with great regret. But before I do, you will be able to feel both hell and heaven at the same time and decide for yourself where you would prefer to go after death.

The little being that lived inside me turned violently pale, and I felt my face and fingertips slowly go numb. I had no plan, no reasonable escape route. I didn't even have my little knife handy, because who takes sharp objects into the shower?

And suddenly it hit me. My tiny surgical scalpel was in a drawer in the bedside table on the left side of the bed, the side I was closest to.

„But what good is that if the type shoots us before we can grab our salvation?" – muttered the little creature without enthusiasm, bringing me down to earth.

I grimaced inwardly, and the stranger, who was still aiming at me, must have begun to grow impatient.

–  What are you waiting for, pretty girl? – he urged me. – Turn around and let's start playing.

I decided to put everything on the line. Instead of turning around straight away, I started to back away towards the night table, not taking my eyes off the stranger's face.

–  Don't back away, just turn around! – commanded the man immediately. – I won't deal with you if you don't obey!

As if to confirm his words, he shook the hand that held the gun pointed at my chest.

At exactly the same moment I felt the edge of the bedside table under my fingers, so I stopped backing away and turned to face the wall as he asked.

–  Nooo, and that's cooperation – he murmured, obviously pleased, and an unpleasant shiver ran through my body. – Good girl.

The words sent another shiver through me. The tone of his voice expressed a sickening and at the same time euphoric almost satisfaction, as if he was intoxicated by the fact that he could humiliate me, use me for his own pleasure and then kill me.

I felt terrible. I had never been in such a difficult and humiliating situation before, but I had no choice. I had to comply with his expectations, something I would not have been forced to do under normal circumstances and with wild screams. It was truly humiliating. The only thing that comforted me was the fact that I was doing something that could save my dignity and my life, while he was imagining in his mind the moment when he would thrust his disgusting cock into me. It was only this realisation that made me play by his rules and submit to his degrading demands on me.

I heard heavy footsteps approaching slowly behind me. Risking everything, I quietly opened the drawer slightly and slipped two fingers into the gap. The man was either blind or so dazzled by his sense of power over me that he failed to notice my actions. So, using my advantage, I quickly brandished the scalpel, which, thank God, I had always left at the front of the drawer as a precaution, and then – without wasting another moment – turned and stabbed my attacker in the wrist with it, just as I felt the barrel of the gun begin to lift the delicate fabric of my dressing gown.

–  Aaaaaa!!! – he screamed shrilly in pain until the weapon fell from his hand and hit the ground with a deafening thud. – You whore!

The stranger jumped away from me and I rushed to the gun and, trembling all over, aimed it at his head before he realised what was happening. What he did not immediately realise was that the balance of power in the room had changed dramatically. It was only when he removed his other hand from his already unzipped trousers that he gave me an angry look and realised what had happened.

He looked at me with a look that mixed anger and surprise, and I was still confused, not knowing what to do next. My head was completely blank. My plan was to take out the scalpel and inflict as much pain as possible. I had no time to think about what to do next.

Fortunately, before I could decide whether or not to shoot, several people rushed into the room, including my mother, Julia and Tommy. There were two other men I didn't know, but that wasn't important. What was important was that they immediately attacked the stranger and completely overpowered him.

–  What happened? – gasped my mother, as the two men over there pulled on my would-be tormentor. – Who is that?

I took another look at the stranger's face, adjusting the halves of my dressing gown, but all I could do was confirm that I had never seen him before.

–  I have no idea – I replied, trying to hold back my panting knees – but he tried to kill me.

I led the three men away with my eyes and slowly sat down on the bed, not wanting to show that I could barely stand on my feet. My sister and mother were not so easily fooled. They immediately jumped to me and started to hug me, taking turns to look at every visible part of my body for bruises and scratches, and when they found nothing, they put their arms around me and spent the whole night with me on the bed.