Just Surviving (BWWM)

Chapter 3: Saviour

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Chapter 3: Saviour

The tears fell, I couldn't hold them in any longer. This man was going to rape me and there was nothing I could do about it. My body was being totally restraint and scraped against the dirty, wet asphalt as the man dragged me to the far recesses of the dark alley. Every time my mouth opened, a threat to scream, his hands came down swifter than my voice could come out. My head was throbbing and acid choked at the back of my throat, a sign that I was likely suffering under a massive concussion.

Violently he ripped off my hoodie and next came my shirt, the fabric tearing from his ruthless fingers. All the while sobs wrack throughout my entire body, but it seems he doesn't care as much as he did when I was ready to squeal. Instead, it turned him on. His breathing turned ragged and his fingers tightening on me painfully leaving ugly purple marks to desecrate my skin. All over my wrists, arms, chest, neck and face.

Disgusting.

There was nothing I could do about it...but I could not stop fighting. I would not let this happen to me so easily. I would not give up.

I will not be defeated.

I was down to my panties and bra now. He began to kiss and bite at my neck ferociously. They weren't enjoyable of course and only felt like knives cutting me, trying to break me. My cries start to get louder, I can practically feel the pain. Merely three steps away from help and not a thing I could do about it. Not one person hears my pleas. The more I realize that, the more I throw punches at him and shove at his shoulders.

"Someone h-help me..." my voice cracked with broken sobs as I continued to fight back. I had to try this one last time. A croak was all that could come out, but I desperately wanted someone to save me from this distress.

I don't want to be raped!

I don't want to die here!

Suddenly a weight was lifted, or more specifically the weight of his body was lifted off of me. He stopped? No.

As I raised my body up from the cold, dirty ground by just a cinch I could see a taller, muscular figure than my attacker's. He was trashing my attacker.

Several punches landed on either side of his shady face. He staggered back and then stepped forward weakly but aggressively as if he was going to retaliate. Instead, some blows to the stomach was inflicted upon him. He tried to protect himself and find an opening all the while so he could gain the upper hand but a body slam-in which made him fall face first—threw that opportunity out of the window. Strange because it looked as if not much effort was put into these moves anyway. Regardless, the last one had him groaning in pain, probably trying to spit out words of surrender while he was keeling over the ground.

My assaulter's words did not break his conviction to fuck him up. The man kept beating him, throwing him around in the alleyway as if he was some type of rag doll. This began to scare me a bit. The brute strength this man held without even trying. Maybe it would be turned onto me next after he was done with him. I didn't know. I couldn't bare the thought.

I whimper out of this unprecedented fear. I saw a raging bull poking his sharp horns at a near lifeless body. His rage could not be tamed.

In an instant it was as if he awakened from the rampage. His movements hiccuped and he stopped. The large man backed away from my unconscious assaulter, he turned, he was looking back at me. He could probably see me, but from where I lay I could barely see anything. The beatdown I suffered from mostly the cause of it actually, but the oblique shadows also contributed to my haze and his mysterious air.