Page 94 of Cut Me Down

Acting on instinct alone, I launch myself onto the bald man’s back. Wrapping my legs around his body enough to latch myself to him, and my left arm around his neck. Gripping him tightly as he tries to buck me off. I raise the shears. High enough for our overhead lights to flash across the steel and drive them into the right side of his neck. It’s much tougher to pierce him than I anticipate. It feels like I just shoved a sewing needle through a rubber band ball.

Images of Cooper doing the same to my arm flash through my mind…the burning as he sliced into me with the blades open…and as he stabbed me, turning the shears and twisting them inside my bicep…and just like me…regardless of the blood starting to flow, this man is still thrashing around. Trying anything and everything to get me off. Even reaching back and grabbing my hair. Pulling it to try and weaken me, but I don’t allow it.

So, I yank the shears back out. The squelching noise sending chills down my spine as the blood starts to spray from his wound. I don’t waste any time to look too intensely and drive it back in…again…and again…the piercing motion becoming easier and easier as the blood acts as a lubricant. Sliding the shears in and out quicker. Faster.

I can’t let Damien get anymore hurt than he already is…he’s only here to protect me, so I need to protect him…no matter how this ruins me…so I do it again…and again… Determined not to stop until I know he’s safe. I'm dripping sweat by the time he falls to the ground. Taking me with him and twitching. Only to suddenly stop moving…I release my grip on his body and sit up, still on top of his huge frame, and I see as it drips red in front of my right eye. Directing my gaze to a large pool of red gathering on the floor beneath me…

My breath catches as I watch the crimson rain continue to drip in my line of sight. Sweat isn’t red… I look down at the weapon in my hand. The now covered, red littered steel dripping onto my thigh in small droplets. Flooding my mind with the images from my nightmares.

This is different…I silently reassure myself…I’m not like Cooper… I'm not like Cooper…

I hear a click to my left and turn to see a man standing in the archway of the hall, pointing a gun at me. Time slows as I fall back and off my victim. Landing on my ass in the pool of blood beneath us. Pressing my weight onto my hands and feet as I face the man. The sticky, thick liquid immediately seeping between my fingers, and into my dress and shoes. My limbs are gaining no traction, as the blood spreads to my arms and legs. Sloshing around as I move and try to escape.

Movement from the right catches my attention, and I watch as Damien runs up to my next attacker, stabbing him in the stomach as he rams him into the nearby wall. The man fires a shot, but it lands on the mirror beside us, sending glass crashing down around me and landing in the puddle as I hold my arms above my head. Cowering lightly at the harsh sounds.

I look back to see Damien deliver more repeated stabs. All to the stomach and abdomen. The man is screaming and yowling in pain, until he shoves the knife in one last time before dragging it up his body. Gutting him like I’ve seen done to a deer. The squelching and ripping noise rings through my head as he does it…

My eyes are glued to the scene, immediately wondering how much strength it must take to be able to do something like that. Then I watch as Damien yanks the knife out of his now limp body. Allowing an organ to drop out of him and fall to the floor in a new puddle of blood that races towards the one I’m sitting in.

The man collapses. Lifeless. No light left his eyes. His now dilated and fixed pupils are devoid of any remaining activity. I’ve never seen the life leave someone’s eyes, and now I know what they mean by that. When they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, I fully believe that in this moment. What once shined, even with evil, is now dull. Somehow empty.

As Damien steps back and turns slightly in my direction, he looks ravenous…his eyes look darker than normal. A blue so dark and overbearing that they could almost be black. If it wasn’t for the specks of still brightened glitter that shine only for a blip before disappearing. I can practically see the anger seething out of him as he opens his mouth and throws his head back, breathing in deeply and taking in every sense from his actions…smelling the blood, inhaling the adrenaline…

He’s standing in his carnage like a God. Proving to normal men that his strength is a testament to superiority, and I tighten my legs from my arousal. Knowing that the liquid seeping between my legs isn’t just the blood I’m lounging in. Which I know is wrong for me to be so turned on while we’re both covered in life’s vital fluid and surrounded by dead bodies…but fuck he looks so sexy like this…how his heavy breaths show off his taut pectorals, how the throbbing veins pulse against his tightened neck, and his arms flex as he grips his knife with such anger that his body shakes.

I feel my pussy throb to the image, and while I know this is not the right time, I just want to rip his clothes off and slam myself on to his dick. Making my need for him the night of the concert look like child’s play. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want him right now, and I make a mental note to go back to therapy as soon as possible.

He quickly reloads his gun as he stalks over to me. Closing the distance in only two, Viking sized strides, and helps me up, securing a tight grip on me.

“Look at me, baby! Are you hurt!?” He grabs my face and starts looking me over. He’s still shaking, but it’s like something else has clicked into place. A different emotion that I’ve never seen him have before. Pure panic, fear, and concern are flooding his face. His eyes darting around my face and body frantically.

“No, I'm not hurt.” I shakily say as I place my hands on his face. Grounding myself to his strong physique as I do the same to him. Once I realize he’s okay, I can’t help but run my blood-soaked thumbs over his crimson covered face, trying to comfort and reassure him.

Suddenly, we hear a loud gunshot, which shatters the front window and sends glass shards flying through the air. He quickly, yet gently, pulls me down and pushes me behind him as he fires forward, walking us towards the back, shielding me. I try to look around him and forward, but I'm greeted with two more bodies on the floor. The two other men that had Damien; their throats slashed, and torsos stabbed.

“Get Serena and get to the car!” Obeying without question, I run to Serena and pick her up by her arms, making her shakily stand from behind the barber chair, and we sprint to the back together. We pass by the man that was blocking our exit in the beginning of this encounter. His throat is also cut and pouring crimson onto the floor. If I didn’t notice it, we probably would’ve slipped on the extensive spill.

I step over him and swing the back door open to find a jet black, newer model Audi parked right beside the door. The curvy, sleek four door already running and adding to my overstimulated mind, but I push it aside. I assume this is his, and meant to get into this car and not mine. So I push Serena towards it and we quickly get in. She hops in the back, and I in the front as Damien runs out. Still firing into the building as he rounds the car. Only to quickly get into the driver’s seat and put the car in drive.

The force of him pulling off sends me digging into the back of the seat and I grip onto the bottom to steady myself. My nails grip the leather as I try and gain some sense of control.

“Carter, I need a route! And a cleanup crew! Tell them to keep the fucking bodies!” When he shouts that I look back through the back windshield to watch a black SUV swing into the parking lot. It looks different than the one I saw earlier, and by Damien’s dangerous driving, I'm assuming it’s not one of his guys. “Carter, send someone to a switch off point and get me there!”

He jerks the wheel left, and we slide into an alleyway. Sending our bodies leaning to the right a few moments before he yanks the steering wheel right. Jerking us the other way while the car slightly fish tails as we race out into the street. The SUV following closely behind us is now accompanied by another. Both barreling toward us. He takes a few more turns, weaving in and out of the alley ways, and my stomach drops with every swerve. Serena is cowering in the back seat, with her knees to her chest. Tears running down her cheeks and I feel my heart rip in two.

“It’s okay, Ser. It’ll be over soon…” I reach back and grab her hand. Letting her squeeze the life out of it as Damien continues to drive like a mad man.

I look over to him and he looks so fucking angry and hot. His face is stern. Hardened to stone as he clenches his jaw. While his arm is outstretched to the steering wheel, showcasing every vein up and down his forearm. His red, blood covered face brings out the iciness of his eyes, and I can’t look away. Everything about him is a mixture of emotions right now. He’s furious…and tense, yet his movements are so fluid and precise, like he couldn’t lose control of the car if he wanted to.

As we turn down a different main street, I look forward to see another black SUV swerve around the corner up ahead of us. Rushing towards us at high speeds. Damien then jerks to the right, then back to left, drifting his car around the SUV. Circling it just enough before heading down a side street.

There’s no way this car is filled with stock parts. The revving of the engine crawls up my legs and only enhances my arousal, doing a much better job than any vibrating toy.God, I cannot come right now.I'm feeding off the adrenaline, and I wish we were at a spot to pull over so I can shove his dick inside me. Whether Serena is in the back or not.

He steps on the gas and turns away from downtown, heading toward the interstate.

“Jason, are you ready?” He says through his earpiece, and a moment later he begins drifting up the on ramp, only to floor it, and drift again down the exit ramp. “Hold on, girls.” He slams the brakes once we get to the bottom, and jerks the wheel, circling us and sending us deep into our seats until he puts it reverse and pulls back. Hiding us under the exit ramp as an identical car comes out of the shadows and darts down the street. Very soon after, the two SUVs fly past us, chasing after the other car.

We’re silent and still for a moment, anticipation getting the best of us. Serena and I are trying to catch our breath, and I can feel her hand still trembling in mine. I finally deeply inhale and hold it only for a few moments before I let it out.

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