The yellow lines were twisting into a blur as we soared down the road. The scent of eleven roses on my lap made me too nauseous to be aware of my surroundings. My breath became shallow and eventually escaped me completely.
“Are you okay?” He asked, slipping his arm around me.
I recoiled at his very touch, bile rising in the back of my throat. How could I have gotten this far in? He seemed so completely normal at the beginning. Now I was riding at blinding speeds down a deserted road with a man I only thought I knew. All I had to do was stop worrying about what might happen and focus on what I knew I wouldn’t let happen.
When the car slowed to a stop, I was sure that my heart would bust through my chest. Chill bumps rose over my skin and I instantly wished I would have worn more than this flirty, black lace dress. I should have worn pants, or a chastity belt, anything to keep him from getting what he wanted. The click of his seatbelt broke through the silence and snapped me to attention. There was only one way that I was going to make it out of this alive. I was going to have to take action. When his door slammed shut, I saw my opportunity to hold him off. With childish hope, I locked the doors.
A roar of laughter erupted outside of my window as I heard the locks unlock. I gripped the seat with everything in me and squeezed my eyes shut, preparing to emit the loudest scream that I had ever let out. Before the first tendril of sound escaped my throat, his hand clamped over my mouth.
“Now Aubrey, you have a beautiful voice but now is not the time for it. Don’t make me gag you.”
Scalding anger burnt its way through my body and tears spilled from my eyes. With raw animal instinct, I did the only thing I knew to do; let the blood flow. My teeth sunk deep into the flesh of his hand until the iron taste infiltrated my mouth. It wouldn’t stop him, but it would at least get his grimy hands off of me. Taking advantage of his pain, I caught him with a nice right hook. He stumbled backwards and I smiled. I knew how to fight and I was about to show him.
Slipping off my pumps, I stepped out of the car and lowered myself into a defensive stance. I could tell that the thought of a girl getting the better of him made him a little less than happy. We stared each other down; me daring him to come closer and him assessing the fight. In the blink of an eye, he flew at me.
Pain rippled across my face as his fist made contact, but I was still standing. Shifting my weight to my left leg, I let my right leg fly. His nose made a sickening crack as the bone crushed beneath my foot. Blood covered his white shirt, making it stick to his well-defined chest.
“That was very stupid, Aubrey. This didn’t have to be painful.” He said through gritted teeth.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mason.”
He put his hands up like one would to an animal about to pounce.
“Aubrey, just get in the car. I’ll take you home and we’ll just forget that this happened. I didn’t mean for things to go like this. I just want everything to calm down.”
With every word he spoke to me, he came a little closer. I searched frantically for a place to go without compromising myself. I made the biggest amateur mistake by taking my eyes off of him for a second. Before I knew what was happening, he was on top of me with my hands pinned above my head. His knees straddled my waist and I could tell that he was very “excited”. Fear caused me to shiver, but he took it as something else. His face was only inches from mine.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? All you have to do is be a good girl and I might let you see your family again.” Something cold and hard pressed against my throat.
“Oh dear, Mason. You seem to have forgotten, I don’t know how to play nice.” I said, bringing my knee up.
His face contorted as he screamed, drawing the knife away from my throat. A stinging pain seared across my neck. I grabbed the knife that he was still clenching and tried to rip it from his hand. When he wouldn’t let go, I kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards. This time, he was pinned. I regained my grip on the knife and pulled as hard as I could. The blood from his nose had apparently made his grip slick since my last try for the knife. With the knife poised above his heart, I looked him right in the eye.
“Any last requests?”
“Only for you to rot, Aubrey.”
“You first.” I said, driving the knife deep into his heart.
