Aphrodite's Daughter

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            I spun around in his grasp and fear coursed through my veins. It was Mr. Conner, but he had changed. His eyes where dark and crazed, and his usually neat blonde hair was scattered. I felt is grip tighten on my arms as his desire consumed him. His lust radiated off his skin and the smell hit me hard.   It was like a fine red wine. I could feel myself getting dizzy from it.

            Wait. What? I could smell his lust? What the hell is happening to me? The shocked knocked me back to the present and I stabled myself in his arms. I started breathing through my mouth to avoid his smell. I looked around and started screaming, but I had walked out far from the house and no one could hear me over the music.

            He pulled us further into the woods, before stopping in the middle of a clearing. I struggled and he was surprised by my strength, as was I. I pulled harder and one of my arms pulled free. Hope burst through me, but was quickly diminished when I realized he had only let go to grab the knife out of his pocket.

            “Stop struggling or you will die.” His voice was low and deadly as he held the knife against my neck. I immediately stilled my body and cringed into his to get away from the pressure of the knife on my neck, only to find a different sort of pressure on my lower back.

            A shiver ran through my body as the sickening hardness of his excitement pressed harder against me. “Please, let me go.”

            My voice came out in a whisper and he moaned. “You have the voice of an angel.”

            Note to self, don't talk. “Are to going to be a good little girl?”

            I nodded as tears fell down my cheek. He was going to rape me. There was no denying that. Silently I cried for my dad, he would be devastated when I died.

            With his free hand, he pushed the straps of my dress of my shoulders. I had stupidly decided not to wear a bra because of the backless design and felt myself exposed to the cold night air. Mr. Conner's breathing grew have as his hand trailed my body. More tears fell and my body was shaking from my sobs.

            Standing only in my underwear, I tried to wrap my arms around my chest. Mr. Conner moved to stand and rand the knife down my chest. When he reached my arms, he applied pressure and sliced a horizontal line across my arm. I gasped in pain, but dropped my arms.

            I waited to feel the blood dripping down my arms, but it never came. I risked a look at my arm while he was staring at my chest. My eyes widened. The cut was already healing, and only an angry pink line left in its place.

            What the hell? My attention was drawn from my arm as I felt him move the knife lower on my body. What kind of sick man was he? He hooked the knife under the thin strings of my thong and cut them off easily.

            I could feel myself shutting down as all hope seemed to drain out of my body. But then, he drew the knife a way and he looked down to unzip his jeans. Without even thinking, I ran.