Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'

Shattered. *triggers*

           *Acacia's POV*

           I sob until nothing comes out. I lay on that thin sorry blanket that Ben had thrown down for me this morning. It was bad enough to suffer Ben, but now that Chance has violated me too I feel myself slipping farther away. Chance is the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. It was everything in me to stay semi composed until he left. I couldn't let him see me decline even more. I remembered Holden's abuse from when he first had me. I remembered those guards. I know that they feed on my agony like leeches.

        I did not ask where Ben is. I know even in Ben's unpredictable state, he would never have let this happen. He'd have preferred to do the abuse himself. This is what I get for writing him off as weak. I'll never underestimate him again. My own reflection in the mirror brings me shame. I'm disgusting, weak and pitiful. Used. What if Holden and Daddy H won't have me now? These men have ruined my life. Ruined me. I look back up the the mirror. The mirror. I clench my jaw and growl out. The woman looking back at me now is not pitiful, this woman is volatile and deadly. Her eyes are blown wild and crazy. She has the ideas. She will overcome. 

      I raise myself up, shakily, as far as I can and yank my blanket from beneath me. I use it to knock the mirror over roughly. It shatters and pieces fly towards me. It was everything in me to swing the blanket, especially when I only have mere inches to move my arms. I try to fix the blanket back beneath me as best I can. I find the fattest piece and perfect the edge against the concrete floor. I can't bring myself to hide it, so I ball it in my fist. I swat the other pieces away from me to be less suspicious.  I can hear Chance open the front door after scurrying through the house. He soon shuts the door and I hear him mumbling vaguely. I cannot make out his words. Is he talking to Ben? Or on his phone. I need to know where Ben is now. Now, I care. I need to know if I'm just dealing with one or both, or if others are here. I hear Chance approaching and I lay flat and force myself to cry more.

      "Miss me so badly?" He tries to mock , but his face is pale and eyes are nervous. What has happened in the time he was gone? I decide to innocently pick to find the issue.

      "W-where's Ben?" I stammer.

      "Dead. Probably dead by now." So my earlier hunch was right.

       "What do you mean?" I whisper.

        "We killed Titus. I killed him. Now they'll kill you. By time all this shit is over I'll have no problem." He shakily retrieves the keys from his jeans and chews the skin of his lip. He has yet to notice the mirror. I nearly smile in my shifty mental state. Nervous, agitated Chance will most likely be easier to trip up. I want those fucking keys you sick little rapist. I will fucking get them if it kills us both. I will not wait, nor plan. This ends as soon as I get those keys. He stomps my back down harshly, as he undoes my feet from the stock below me. He stays over my back, trying to keep me subdued as he leans across to release my hands from their chains. I whine and curl up from him. He snatches my hair and roughly pulls me up, intending to turn me to bind my hands. I know the drill, I've been here so many times now. Not today Chance. I ready my mirror piece and collect myself. One shot. One good shot. He gives a yank to turn me and I fly around with force, slashing his face with the shard. He yelps and punches me. I fall back onto the ground, cutting my palm as my grip on the shard tightens. I'll die before I let it go. He dives onto my stomach, taking the wind from me as he tries to grab my hands. I slash his arm and he slaps me. I swing my legs up and maneuver them under his arms then to the sides if his chest and I kick back with force I never knew was in me. Chance slams back into the floor with a hearty thud. I'm on him in seconds and he is too shaken up to react in time. I force hard against the shard as I slice his throat. Blood spills out quickly, I raid his pockets and leave him. I have his cellphone now, and the keys he dropped trying to fight with me.