Raze Hell

Chapter 2 - Her unedited

One thing i hated about working as a lawyer was no matter how successful i became, there was still at least 3 whitehaired old men telling me they could make me so much more richer if i sucked their dicks. and i couldnt do anything about it.

Neo Wraith was an interesting consequence of this. a case i wouldnt have usually gotten had fallen in my hands after finally i refuse the old white men and said shove it and left the company to move to another one across state. i didnt know the situation of the town, nor did i really understand how the Hounds had gotten such a footing in the state in the first place.

i was sick of everyone thinking they could tell me how i should do my work or how i should convict these people. Mr Wraith was one of my fuck up i dont care cases. a convicted fellon with charges of assault and posession of illegal firearms under his belt and 4 years in prison, and i was going to get him out. he had an interesting case, the charges increased because he was known the have connections to the Hounds. His reputation making it worse for him when the charges he had didnt warrent the kind of sentance he recieved. and it was easy to get him out.

i had left the meeting wondering if i had bitten of more than i could chew. it wasnt that the case was going to be difficult, it was that Mr Wraith was such an inigmatic character that it was like working with a loose cannon. i had heard the scruffles in the halls before he had entered the interview room. i had been kept back for 15 before he was given the all clear that it was safe for me to enter. he had blood dripping down his face and blood all over his shirt and he didnt seem to care.

i didnt want to admit it but he was attractive, in the crazed, buffed and covered in tattoo's bad boy kind of way that your mother warned you about. he had the nature of chocolate, the sin of the sugar and fat but the sweetness of the delicious cocoa. it was dangerous.

after the meeting had ended i couldnt wait to get out of the prison. couldnt wait to get these heels off my feet and let my whole body relax. but i knew i wouldnt. he would be at home part way through that relaxing face, and tonight i wasnt feeling in the mood to play the sweet and timid home wife he so wanted to have. i walked to the car, the sun bright and high, staining the sky with a painful light.

i didnt want to go home, not when he would be sitting in the lounge, scotch in one hand and the other ready to grab my throat. or slap me, i could never keep track of his punishment tactics. they seemed to change every week, it was like he was on some kind of chat, keeping up with the best ways to beat your girlfriend.

for the hundreth time this week i contemplated how i could escape. how i could retaliate against the anger he used to punish me, how i could make myself the most desirable woman for him. i was sick of hiding the bruises, sick of hiding the scars that now ran all along my skin.

i had more work to do, paperwork to fill out after the meeting and calls to make with clients. but i didnt want to do any of it. i didnt want to see him faster than i had to. i decided to call in sick, finish the day early and finish the paperwork at home before he clocked off. i couldnt think of nothing worse than working and living with your abusive captor. but i had to persist, i was so close to escaping.

i floored the accelorator, leaving the prison in the dust it deserved before driving to find the nearest coffee place. i needed something to fix the edge in my eyes i knew was cutting anyone who caught my sight. i parked the car, pulling the pen from my hair and ruffeling the edges for a less squeaky clean look. i noticed the bikes outside but i didnt care.

i entered the cafe, the eyes of the men from the bikes in their colours all looking towards me. not a single other person was in here and i grumbled as i made my way to an empty chair. i could never seem to escape the toxic masculinity of men like this. and i was in no mood to make friends with the men who paid me.