Page 3 of Primal Bonds 1

Those louts wouldn’t let me past them, and two seized me and threw me back before I could escape.

I stumbled and then fell onto my butt on the ground.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Before I could scramble onto my feet again, Tony got to me. He caught me roughly by the arm, hauled me up, and thrust me back until I was pinned against the wall of the alleyway. His other hand came to my throat and wrapped around it.

I tried to bash him with my free hands, but he got me tight, his bulky body against me, imprisoning me in place.

“Please… let… me… go…” I choked out, tears in my eyes.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you beg,” he said, chuckling. “I never saw such a beautiful foxkin like you. You must be specifically bred, right? To look like that?” He pressed his body even closer against me, squeezing me against the wall as he released his hand from my arm and moved to touch my hair. “So silky and soft.” Then he brushed his hand against my cheek, his eyes staring deep into mine.

I glared at him, seething. Fuck, I wanted him off me. I wanted his hands off me. I hated this.

“So blue…” he said, as if mesmerized. “I’ve never seen eyes so blue like yours.” His eyes turned dull and dark, and I fucking knew what was going to happen next.

I held my breath as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine and demandingly kissed me as he tightened his hand around my throat.

I choked out, gasping for breath. I opened my mouth, attempting to take in some air for my starved lungs. The bastard plunged his tongue into my mouth without my consent, and I saw red.

Get your fucking tongue out of my mouth!

I struggled against him as he began to deeply kiss me. Then he loosened his hand around my throat, too focused on the kiss. I took the opportunity and snapped my fox fangs against his tongue.

Tony let out a loud yelp as he released me at lightning speed. “Argh!”

Falling to the ground on my knees, I wiped my lips, tasting his blood.

Tony was cupping his hand over his mouth and glaring at me, blood oozing out as he pointed a finger at me. “You! You little bastard…”

I didn’t have time to wait around for him to finish his sentence. Escape was the only thing on my mind. I got up, and started running again.

“Get him!” Tony shouted to his lackeys.

Instantly, I was surrounded again, and two lunged at me, one sending his fist into my face while another punched me in the stomach. I collapsed back on the ground, pain soaring through my body like a raging inferno.

I gasped and heaved, and before I could gather myself up, I felt a foot kicking my side repeatedly and relentlessly.

“You bastard! You sick little foxkin bastard!” Tony vented as he continued to furiously kick me. “You piece of dirt. You piece of trash. You scum.”

From years of experience of being beaten, I rolled over and hugged myself into a ball while my hands covered my head and face to protect my most vulnerable areas.

Tony continued to kick me, his boots bashing my forearms and legs. I endured this for how long I didn’t know. Being kicked and bashed felt like an eternity no matter how short or long the beating was. One always wished it ended soon, but that soon always felt like forever. Sometimes, that soon never came. Sometimes, you passed out before it came.

I just knew I had to endure it until Tony had enough. Until it was no longer fun for him. Until he got tired of it. Or until I passed out, which I didn’t want. I knew if I were to pass out, he’d take me back to his place and then he’d assault me again. I didn’t want that. Not again. Never again.

Suddenly, there were the sounds of chatter, and I perked my fox ears.

People? Walking past?

Hope soared within me, and I took the opportunity when it came without question. I shouted, my voice hoarse, “Help! Somebody! Anybody! Please help me!”

Tony halted his kicking and snapped in outrage, “You fucking bastard!”

“Who’s there?” a voice came from the distance. “Who’s there?”

“Tony!” one of the gang members said, looking behind them in concern. “People! We’ve got to go.”

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