Page 122 of Heartless Heathens
“Don’t call me that.” I frowned at him. “I’m not lost.”
“Oh, come on little ghost. You suck those Satanist’s cocks day in and out. Let me show you what God tastes like.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and lifted, forcing me backwards, my toes barely grazing the ground until my back found the rough surface of a tree.
He crushed me with his weight and pressed his nose to my cheek. I kept my head turned to the side, wincing while he dragged his tongue across my face.
“Get away from me!” I thrashed but he pinned my hands down to my sides. “Stop,” I begged.
He breathed heavily before sliding both of my wrists into one hand. “If you stay still, I won’t hurt youtoomuch.” He dragged the side of his hand against my face and I grimaced at his touch. “Understood?” he asked, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.
I was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, from fear, from rage, and disgust.
But somehow I managed a nod.
He dropped my hands to my side and ripped through the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cold wind. I pushed him away again with a cry, “No!”
I ran as fast as I could, putting distance between myself and the dormitories, and hopefully… him. I could hear his footsteps pounding against the dirt path behind me. I used it to fuel me forward but I couldn’t ignore the sharp pains in my stomach that came from running.
He grabbed my shoulder from behind and slammed me into the ground. A sharp high pitch sound rang out in between my ears and my already foggy vision doubled. He was shouting something about me being a bitch, but it was too muffled for me to make out.
He threw me to the ground and crawled on top of me, his weight nearly suffocating me despite how hard I tried pushing him away. The dull pain clanging through my skull like the copper bell.
“Please…stop,” I begged again.
“Don’t blame me, blame Santorini for parading you around here like a goddamn dessert, clad in whore’s clothing.” He sneered before shoving his hands between my thighs, trying to part them despite how hard I clamped my knees together.
He perched over me, and I remembered the knife. I just needed to get to my holster. I sent my leg flying high in between his legs and he doubled over in pain, coughing and spitting blood in between groans of agony. I reached under the dress and wrapped my hands around the black opal handle before I took off running again.
But a sharp sting in my scalp pulled me back and I crashed into his chest. He pulled my hair again, this time sending me to the ground on my knees.
“NowI’m going to hurt you.” He sent his foot into my stomach.
I wrapped my arms around my belly, still tightly clutching my knife and struggling to take a single breath. The burning pain in my stomach only amplified each time I tried to fill my lungs with air. He pulled me up by my hair, dragging me up to my feet again. He pressed his face against me hard, biting my lip and crushing my nose with his in a rage-fueled kiss that made me want to vomit. I tried to push him away with my free palm but he didn’t budge.
I raised my blade in the air and sliced down, tasting the blood dripping from his face before he’d fully pulled away to shriek in horror.
“My fucking face! You bitch! My fucking face,” he roared, I didn’t have time to see what I’d done, I turned around like a madwoman as fast as possible.
But he was faster and angrier than before. He pulled me hard and I fell on the ground, painfully grating my skin on the asphalt. He clutched the side of his face in his hand, but I could see the gaping slash I’d made from his cheek all the way down to his jaw. The flaps of skin were torn savagely from my inexperience with the knife and his blood dripped over me while he shouted in anger.
“I-I’m sorry,” I said. It was all I could cry out.
His fist was heavy against my face, a dull agonizing pain compared to the stinging force of Father Frollo’s open hand against my skin. His left hand pressed my shoulder down firmly to keep me in place and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how I would die. I choked on the blood dripping into the back of my throat from my nose and opened my eyes to see him seething over me, like he hadn’t decided what to do yet.
My hand burned something fierce and that’s when I realized I was still clutching onto the knife Corvin gave me. My palm was wrapped tightly around the sharp edge, and I loosened my grip on it so I could grab the handle once again. His eyes darted over but before he could react I had already sent my wrist up, stabbing down instead of slashing and jamming the knife straight into his shoulder.
He shrieked an obnoxious sound and I kicked him off of me with all of my might before running as fast as I could through the paved asphalt path that led back to the chapel. My heart hammered inside my chest and the bells in my head clanged painfully. After I couldn’t feel my feet stomping below me anymore I turned back to see that he wasn’t following me.
There was no one behind me anymore.
I collapsed to the ground, ignoring the pain of my shredded knees from the small pebbles that dug into my skin. With a heavy sob the adrenaline poured out of me in sharp waves and I sat there, trying to piece back together my soul for what felt like an eternity. My phone was gone, so I couldn’t call Reesa. I was halfway between nowhere and the chapel and it seemed like all around me I only had made enemies.
Picking myself up I stumbled forward, reaching to feel the tender spot in the back of my head. I felt the wetness of the sticky liquid seeping onto my fingers from a small gash and I winced at the touch. I hiccupped a breath wrapping my arms around myself, and walked, shoving whatever dignity remained into a small corner of my mind with the recently dead version of myself that lived up there.
CorvinandIhadsplit up and tore apart the cathedral to find her, he stayed back to hunt for Frollo, that fucking cocksucker. I wasted too much time checking irrelevant places like the gravesite or the woods before we realized where she’d gone.
It took everything not to murder that fucking nun tonight, but considering we’d just blown off Arlan Blackagain, I had a feeling he was gonna have a hard time finding a reason to give us anything we wanted. A defense team for murder charges probably wasn’t going to fly well with him.
And now she had wandered off while we argued.
