Page 86 of Dirty Salvation

She was human. She looked.

And on days when he roused from his fever, she fed him broth, watched his deep-set gray eyes watching her silently.

His wound became serious, she again told him he needed help.

It was in that moment when he bared his teeth, growled low issuing tonevercall any authority that she began to suspect she may be in danger from him.

He would leave as soon as he could walk, he told her.

The fifth night his fever became critical she paced the small cabin she rented every year with money she shouldn’t be spending, the fire blazing in the hearth, she couldn't build it higher, or fear burning the place to the ground and her deposit wouldn't cover it. Not like she could afford to lose it.

Instead, an idea came to her, she'd seen it on a Christmas movie once. The useless information became beneficial.

She stripped her clothes, and crawled beneath the pile of covers she had over the man.

He was trembling hard though he slept deeply, sweat beading on his forehead.

His face masked by a beard.

Handsome. She'd thought. What trouble was he in and with who?

Naked skin.

After an hour of rubbing his back, soothing his shivers, he quietened. She worried he was dead at first, he inhaled and never let it out. A dead body, that would be the cherry on her shitty year.

The man rolled suddenly, pinning her heavily under him.

Air left her lungs.

Shock and heat encased her.

Huge and powerful. She was all too aware of him.

Fear. He was hard and grinding against her bare core.

It was worthless fighting him, though he seemed to be still deeply asleep, no matter what she said to wake him, or how she pushed at his shoulders, the man was far too heavy for her to move him.

The tip of his cock nudged as if seeking.

Oh fuck no.This was not happening. She screamed for him to move.

This couldn't be happening. Not to her. She'd taken five anti-rape self-defence classes because of her job. She thought she knew how to protect herself.

She tasted the horror in her throat as he sought out her private place.

Wake up, she implored. He weighed a ton crushing her chest.

Though he made grunting raw noises, nothing stirred the man.

He was monstrously large poking between her legs, seeking.

And when the tip of him thrust in, her heart stopped.

No. No. No. No. No.

He didn't stop. He didn't stop.He’s not stopping! He’s not waking!

Went in and in and in.

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