Page 73 of Comeback
I’ll never see her again,I thought, my heart heavy, my soul crushed with despair.
A minute later, Trevor reappeared, standing in the doorway.
“Itoldyou not to keep my daughter away from me, Emma. It’s not right that I can’t see her at all. This is all your fault, you know that, right? You really didn’t leave me with any choice. You could’ve beennice,but no.”
Ominously, he stared at me with lust in his eyes. He began to creep towards me, running his eyes up and down my body.
“Mm mm, mm.” He licked his lips. “Sometimes I still think about how tight your pussy was when I met you. Tightest goddamn vag I’ve ever had. Too bad Mack ruined that when you shat her out, eh?”
You sick fuck!I screamed, but it wasn’t any use; my words were a jumbled, muffled mess, and no one outside this house would hear.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to make me stare into his eyes.
“Bet you like being tied up, don’t ya?” he taunted. “Gettin’ all wet right now, aren’t you?”
I wailed, tears spilling down my cheek.
“Hell yeah, you are! I can see it in your eyes. What do you think, Emmy? One last fuck to remember me by?”
No! Help me! HELP!My vocal cords strained as I screamed harder, louder, harsher than I’d ever screamed in my life—one last desperate plea with God, with the universe, withwhomevermight be listening out there: please,pleasesave me from this sick man.
Unable to help, Jeff and Nicole hung their heads in shame.
Trevor gestured at Jeff and Nicole. “Think they’d like to watch? I bet they would. Sick fuckin’ hippies.” He laughed. “Okay, enough talk. We gotta make this fast ‘cause my car’s burnin’ gas out there, and I’m gonna need every drop of it. ‘Cause me and Mackenzie got a long,longdrive ahead of us.”
My eyes widened.Where was he planning on taking her?
“Oh, I know what you’re thinking right now.” He chuckled as he began to loosen the ropes that kept me tied to the chair. “But I’m not telling you where I’m taking her. Just likeyoudid with me. Except here’s the difference: I’m good at finding peopleandI’m good at not being found. You aren’t. So good luck finding us. Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”
I yelped with pain as Trevor grabbed me by the hair and hoisted me out of the chair. My hands were still tied behind my back.
“On your back,” he commanded, pointing at the dining table. “So your sicko friends can watch.”
Without letting go of my hair, Trevor dragged me to the table and pushed my rear against it.
“Hopon already,” he snapped. “Hurry the fuck up.”
With him standing in front of me, I saw an opportunity—I wanted to split his groin like a wishbone. I cocked my leg back and, mustering all my strength, kicked. I wanted to crush his balls so goddamn hard they’d never work again.
Trevor recoiled, doubling over with a winded wheeze. A split-second later, he caught me with a backhand across the cheek.
“You bitch!” he yelled.
I crumpled to the table, my arms awkwardly pinned behind my back. I pressed my stinging cheek against the cold table and sobbed.
“You’re lucky you missed the boys,” he grumbled, slowly standing upright. “Or else that would’ve been real bad for you.”
He neared. He grabbed my knees and tried to spread me open, but I clamped my thighs shut.
“Open ‘em, bitch.”
He huffed and grunted as he fought me, but I wouldn’t let go—I fought him with every ounce of power and willpower I had left in my body.
“I said,open ‘em!” he roared, and he smacked me again.
My muscles began to weaken. My legs grew shaky and began to cramp. I hung on for as long as I could—but he gained inch after inch, until, at last, my thighs gave out, and he cracked my legs open like a clam shell.
His brute strength had won out.
