Her Younger Mate (Old Version)

Chapter 52: Weaker Girl

A/N: My favorite song and inspiration for this chapter is above. I love Banks. Listen to it with headphones though! 

I have read this chapter so many times that I need a break before the final edit. If you find mistakes, do point them out. It would be really helpful. Again, English is my second language, so there are some things that I just do not know how to say naturally. 

A couple of hours had passed since the last torture session. The video was still on repeat on the TV and I was sure he had already sent it to whoever he wanted to so. 

I was lying on my side, my back turned to him, gripping the silver knife through a cloth I had ripped from the sheets. I had gotten it from under the mattress the one time he stood up to go to the bathroom and left me alone. For a renowned warrior, he sure is too cocky. 

I had made myself relax so my heartbeat didn't betray me. I ruled out attacking him from the front as he could easily catch my hand. I was waiting for him turn his back to me.

He stood up and commanded me to go with him to have dinner. I graciously complied, taking the knife with me. I walked until I was exactly behind him. As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob I prepared to attack. I was going to slit his throat.

I did not expect him to talk to me at that precise moment. "Love, I am sor--." He had slightly turned his head to look at me while I was in the middle of the motion. Shit.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, making me open my hand and twisted it as he turned around. He kicked the knife away. I did not care; I punched him in the groin and he loosened his grip. I yanked my arm away from him and punched him in the throat. He put a hand on his neck and coughed. I put some distance between. I did it. I attacked him. Now, I need to win this fight.

He took a step forward and cracked his neck. "Anna, stop," he said in a low threatening tone. As if he did not look like a cliche villain enough.

I shut him up with a hook kick to the right side of his face followed by a side kick. Without my wolf, it hurt as if I had kicked a wall and he barely reacted to the blow. He spat to his side and got into fighting stance. 

Things are getting serious now. I need to be smart about this. I caught his attention by lifting my left leg slightly but instead, I lunged forward landing a fast punch in his stomach. He gasped but returned the punch; I had already moved to his right though. 

He threw vicious quick punches; Each time I blocked, I threw a counterpunch or a kick that landed in his gut, or his face, until he caught my hand. I kicked him in the shin, but he just winced. His grip on my wrist tightened. 

His powerful blows to my stomach, made me hiss and groan in pain. Most of them had landed in the general abdominal area but I could tell that my solar plexus had been struck as I could barely breathe. One perfect blow in there and my breathing would completely stop. I blocked his punches to the high central area of my stomach. 

The bastard threw me on the bed and pinned me down. 

"Maybe if I mark you, you will learn your place and start behaving," he said, a hint of lust in his tone. Does this turn him on?

His wounds were already healing while mine just got worst. He leaned down; his breath fanned my neck and his body was pressed against mine. Yep, he is turned on.

His canines elongated and almost grasped my skin. No way! I kneed his groin. He rolled on his back holding the family cheap rocks, and finally getting off me. I stood up and ran to grab the knife, diving on the floor as I was only a few centimeters away. I need to end this, once and for all. My body ached and I was getting tired.