Stolen

Part 4: Assailant

She pressed her back against the wall. Her breath was quick and her pulse was the speed of a hummingbird's wings, but she was set on having at least some of the snacks from the table before somebody inevitably noticed her.

Marilynn darted along the edge of the wall, grabbed a handful of pretzels then quickly returned to the hallway by the bathroom. They were salty, and had a crunch, and were honestly the best thing she'd had in a while. When she finished the last one in her hand, she was almost tempted to relax. But she was still starved from the past few days - she had to have more.

The crowd seemed to be acting strangely rowdy and almost drunk, at least, the people with cups in their hands were. The punch must've been spiked with something. Marilynn also saw that the only way to get to the snack table would be to go straight through the mass of them.

She wove between the bodies, but before she knew it, someone grabbed her from behind and bent her at the waist. She struggled away from her assailant, falling onto the ground. "Someone hold'er!" the person who had grabbed her shouted, and another did, pulling Marilynn onto his lap on the floor. She heard his slurred voice whispering hoarsely in her ear, "That ass is just asking to be fucked." Upon smelling the stench of alcohol on his breath, panic struck and she lashed out, pulling away from him, right into the first guy's grip.

The stranger turned her to face him, catching Marilynn against his chest with only one arm. She yelped when she felt his other hand around her thigh, lifting her leg up, and someone behind her laughed. She then saw Davis beside them, and the guy held her fast as she struggled to free her arms, but a silk blindfold that Davis had was fastened over her eyes, and then she could see nothing.

She was lowered to the cold floor before having someone else pin her hands above her head as the guy's weight nearly crushed her middle. One leg still being bent up by him, Marilynn screamed when she felt the waistband of the thong she wore being pulled down.
Suddenly, he was thrown off of her, and she heard nothing but a thump, a crunch, and then many gasps that were barely louder than the deafening music. Marilynn shakily propped herself up on an elbow and lifted the blindfold, blinking at the glare of the room light.

Across the room, laying with his back turned on the floor, in between many sets of legs, was the guy who had grabbed her. She looked up and saw Everly standing over him, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His gaze met hers, and in his eyes she saw the same intensity of cold fury that he had regarded the body with.

He walked adamantly towards her through the crowd and she scrambled backwards, a coldness clutching her chest despite the heat of the room. There was red spattered across his knuckles. He knelt beside her, and, firmly gripping her shoulder but looking past her, Everly told her, "Get out of here. I'll deal with them."