Liberation [completed]

One Act of Kindness- Asher

I replayed everything in my head from the moment I entered that dilapidated diner. She was staring at me with those hauntingly, hollow and intense blue eyes. I had seen blue eyes before, it wasn't the colour that drew me in but it was the depth of emptiness and lifelessness in them that drew me in. It reminded me of a snowflake that was melting from the middle, its sides were still frosty but just barely.  She looked so fragile despite the aura of strength she tried to project out. I could see she was shivering with fear.

As I sat in the back seat of the Audi going back to my office, I couldn't get rid of the woman in the diner. She was so beautiful and not just physically. Something about her actions drew me in, the way she behaved. She was so careful yet spontaneous about all her actions. She had a dishevelled look about her that called out to me. Not sexually, surprisingly. Her words seemed to punch me the gut in a good way. If there ever was such a thing. Just her name caused my insides to vibrate with pleasure. 

I felt angry at the fact that the manager seemed like such a pervert. It was obvious what he and the other girl- a slut- had been doing before I came in. Then when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him, I knew what he was asking her. Did he honestly think I was blind or deaf? And what made me angrier was that she hadn't objected, she merely looked at me, probably worried that I had seen. She was so detached and distracted the rest of the time. Then as she waited for me to pay, I saw her hands grip the counter and her knuckles were white. Her skin was pale on its own, now they were just sheet white. I knew then that, she didn't want to do what her manager had asked her to do. It made me blindingly pissed. 

For once, I wanted to do something, say something. I usually wasn't the type to interfere, 'For each his own fate'. That's my motto but I felt bad for her. But I had nothing to do with her. She was no one to me. Yet, the idea of a random scum having his way with her made me so maddeningly angry. He didn't have a right to her. He couldn't just make her fuck him. That was rape. Fuck, he couldn't even touch her. I hated the very thought of anyone touching her...but me. I knew it was wrong to think so possessively about her when I didn't even know her name.

"Go back to the diner" I barked at my driver, Jason. "And step on it." I could just save her, check on her or something. If she was fine, I'll leave.

"Yes Sir" He replied and made a U-turn as he sped through the streets of New York City.

I looked at my watch to see how much time had passed. Fifteen minutes. Damn, had he already touched her? Kissed her? Where had he gotten to? Had they already fucked? I was going mad at the back seat of the car just imagining the possibilities. I wanted to rip his hands from their sockets, and I imagined all the ways I'd make him suffer for inflicting pain on the bearer of those beautiful blue eyes. The very thought of what this would do to her eyes, I lash out and punch the seat in front of me. 

Lucky for my driver, he reached the diner quicker than it took for us to leave. I was out of the door and in the diner in a matter of seconds. I looked around the diner and see the slut looking at me smugly. She could not actually think I came back for her.

"Did you need something....more?" She asks me, thrusting her breasts forward. I couldn't even be bothered to look down at them. 

"Where is she?" I growl at her instead and she looks offended. 

She looks at me and then turns back at the sound of pleading or whimpering coming from the back. I got my answer. I didn't see the path I took, I was imagining the ways in which I was going to beat the crap out of him. I threw the door open as I heard helpless sobs as she begged for her manager to let her go. 

Her voice burnt on my skin, the pain and fear laced with her words stung deeply. Her cries fuelled me, my eyes scanned the room and I saw him on top of her holding her down. She was naked under him and he was holding her hands up above her head. Her helplessness were all I saw as I lunged at him