Chapter 35
Emma’s last hope died with that phone call. Her attacker continued to assault her. He grabbed her breasts with forceful touches, and she kept kicking and screaming beneath him. His mouth trailed along her neck in slobbery, slovenly kisses and bites.
“Such soft skin,” he commented. “And your breasts are perfect. Nice and young. Just the way I like them.” He went to put one in his mouth, but Emma squirmed and battled against him. With her freed legs, she pushed herself up and he fell back. She tried to get up, desperate for every chance she could take. However, he was so much larger. He pulled her back and pinned her beneath him. Emma was frantic with panic. She had to escape him. She just had to.
“This would be easier if you held still and just accepted it,” he snarled.
“I won’t! I don’t want this! Please stop!” Emma thrashed beneath him. He pinned her harder to the bed. Her strength was fading, and she realized with terrifying clarity that she had no chance against him. She thought she knew evil before, but this man lived in the depths of depravity. He fully intended to take her by force.
“Looks like I’ll have to break you. Just like all of the other ones. They all fight it at first. But then they learn how much easier their life will be when they just give in,” he answered, putting a hand to her face. Emma took a chance. She turned her head and bit into his fat, fleshy hand as hard as she could. He roared in pain and backed away from her nursing his wound. She rolled off the bed. Stripped and scared, she tried to unlock the door, but her trembling hands were no use to her. Her breath came in jagged, heavy pants. The lock finally released, and she was met with a sight she did not expect.
Anna stood at the door. There was no emotion in her face. It was like someone had turned her off, like a body without a soul.
“Anna, please help! Please.” Anna stared at her and shook her head.
“Sometimes, women have to make sacrifices for their families,” Anna said. “This is yours.” Bitter terror pierced through Emma’s chest.
“You don’t mean that! You can’t let him do this to me.”
“I’m not sorry. This will mean a better for mom and me,” Anna answered. She knocked Emma over, and shut the door.
Pain shocked her body as he roughly grabbed her hair and dragged her back to the bed. She tried to attack him again, but he slapped her hard and shoved her down.
“You will pay for that. I was going to be nice to you. But now I see you need to be punished.” His voice grated against her nerves like sandpaper.
“Please,” Emma bawled. Her vision was obscured by her thick tears. “Please don’t do this.”
The man loosened his belt, and shed his pants, and sauntered towards her.
“This will only hurt for a bit.”
Emma closed her eyes, and resigned herself to her fate. She hoped it would be over soon.
The door exploded as someone kicked it in. Bits of wood flew everywhere. Someone ripped her attacker off of her and threw him on the floor. Emma looked up; her body was shaking uncontrollably.
“W…Will…” she stammered. He looked at her. Outrage and wrath swamed in his eyes at the sight of her. He shifted his gaze to the man on cowering on the ground, then back to her.
“Are you all right?” he rushed over to her. Angry red marks and bruises covered her face and body. Will reached out to her, his fingers brushed her face and she recoiled from his touch as though he had struck her. Will’s eyes widened with hurt, and narrowed with fury.
“Where did he touch you?” Will’s low voice seethed. Emma’s lower lip quivered as she gathered up the blankets to try and conceal herself from him. Silent sobs quaked through her.
“Please,” Emma whimpered. She curled into herself. “Please help me.”
That seemed to anger Will further. He pinned the man to floor, shoving his heavy foot into the spineless bastard’s chest.
“Who the fuck are you?” Will raged. The man didn’t answer. “I swear to God, if you don’t fucking answer me, I will crush you under my shoe like that fucking insect you are. Who. The fuck. Are you?”
“My name is Maurice Donaldson. I am her fiancé.”
“The fuck you are!” Will retorted, pressing his foot harder into Maurice’s chest.
“It’s not my fault. Her step mother is to blame. She set this up after taking my money in exchange to marry Emma.”
“Don’t you dare speak her name you vile piece of shit.” Will looked up to see Jane flanked by his men.
“She tried to escape, sir,” one clarified.
“Take care of her,” Will spat. The man dragged Jane away, who was cussing and screaming about how she didn’t deserve to be treated like a common criminal.
“Now back to you, Maurice,” Will hissed his name. “What hand did you touch her with?” Maurice shrank away with fear and cowardice.
“We had an agreement,” Maurice sputtered. “She’s mine.”
“She is not yours!” Will bellowed. He kicked Maurice hard in the ribs. Maurice groaned with the impact.
“I can have you arrested for this. I am a very powerful man. Or we can settle this like business men. Pay me double what I paid for her if she’s that important to you. We can all walk away and pretend this never happened. No harm done.”
Will laughed, but the sound held no humor. It sent chills up and down Emma’s spine. She was convinced that Will would probably murder him.
“That’s the game you want to play? Okay then. We’ll play.”
Will shrugged off his suit jacket, and draped it over Emma. He scooped her up in his arms incensed at how much she was shaking. Emma curled into his warmth, wishing she could disappear into him.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” he whispered.
“My dad,” she mumbled.
“He’ll be fine,” Will answered. He stepped over Maurice, taking Emma to his car. Before he left, he looked at his two bodyguards. They held up Maurice, who had the audacity to look angry.
“What shall we do with the offender, sir?” One of them asked.
“What hand did you touch her with?” Will asked him again. When Maurice didn’t answer, Will looked at his men and said, “Chop both of his hands off.”
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