Chapter 120 Dirty Escape
Serena's POV
I struggled, I struggled to avoid breaking character. It was hard, hard for me to bring myself to do it.
It was hard for me to accept letting myself get to this point, a point where I couldn't see myself recovering.
And as he drew closer, I felt bile rising through my throat at the mere thought of what I was about to do.
“What's the problem, little thing?” He asked in a low voice as he walked over and stopped barely a foot from me.
I looked straight ahead and went where his crotch laid. I gulped and put on a fake face, smirking up at him with that hungry look.
“I'm feeling a bit lonely,” I muttered with my eyes on him.
“Oh really, I can think of a few ways to keep you company,” he muttered and shifted closer.
I smiled even though I felt sick inside. “And I can think of a few ways to get that out,” I whispered, lifting my cuffed hands in the air and placing it on his thigh.
He didn't move, he just shifted slightly, widening his legs as an ugly grin spread across his face.
I ran a hand over his thigh, then over his crotch, watching as he shot his head back and shook slightly as his dick hardened.
I ran my hand over his pockets, pretending to be rubbing his crotch faster. He had no keys on him but as I went higher, I spotted his gun to the right side of his waistband.
Jackpot.
I kept rubbing his crotch, waiting for the right time to strike. He paused suddenly and looked down at my hands like he was just noticing them.
“No keys, but we can still work with that,” he muttered and zipped down his trousers, letting his dick flop out.
I gagged at the sight but quickly covered it up, it was most certainly not something I would talk about after now.
I feared for a second that he'd try to go through me, but instead, he pulled my hair back slightly, positioning his cock to my mouth.
I knew I'd regret this later, but I also knew I would regret it more if I ended up in Luca's hands. And as far as I could tell, Dante and Nico were still miles away.
I had to help myself out of here, so I slowly widened my mouth and took his dick in slowly.
I nearly gagged but kept going, sucking on his cock gently. He groaned loudly and shook, widening his leg as I kept it going.
I hated every second of it as everything in me detasted the very act, but I kept at it, giving him something to shake for.
I went on a little longer and when I watched his head shoot back with his eyes fully shut, I took action.
I bit down hard on his dick, withdrawing quickly as he yelped and jumped. I followed the bite with a heavy strike to his balls with my hands, striking it with the steel chain.
He doubled over and cried out with his dick out and grabbing down there with his hands as he cried out.
Sure enough, the sound woke the other guy, he got up to his feet and stared down at his fallen partner.
Before he could uncover what was happening and react in any way, I reached into the waistband of the pervert guy, pulling out his gun and shooting at the other guy.
“Arghh!” He screamed as the force took him back onto the bench and held onto the place the gun hit.
I stood still for a second, holding the gun straight with my two hands, shaking slightly as a part of me feared that I'd killed him.
But slight relief flooded me when he shifted slightly, only holding his shoulder.
I sighed as it only grazed his shoulder, nothing too much to worry about.
The pervert was still rolling about on the floor, holding his dick or whatever was hurting him and crying out.
I knew I should have shot him, maybe them both for good measure, but I felt a bit of pity for him and refused to shoot him.
“What's going on back there?” I heard from the front and the van stopped suddenly. I instantly knew I was in for trouble.
I quickly hit the right button and nervously waited as the van's side door opened. I heard the front door open and I shot in that direction, hoping to scare him back.
I ran out into the dark the moment it slid open, running as fast as I could. I didn't go far before a bullet whipped through a tree not too far from me.
I ducked and covered my head, turning slightly and trying my best to shoot back like I thought Dante would.
I shot but heard a cracking sound ona tree just in front of me, I guess it wasn't my strength.
They shot again, not missing too far. I heard them shouting from far off and I panicked.
I ran, moving through the woods as fast as I could. I couldn't tell where I was heading, not only was it dark, but fear clouded my sight.
I turned and shot again, twisting but clipping my legs against what should be a root and falling on my back.
I shuffled quickly and got to my feet, running as fast as I could. I didn't know if they were after me, or they'd left, or gone round with the van.
I just kept running, hoping that fate would take me somewhere safe, somewhere I could easily find my way out.
I remembered my phone in my pocket, but couldn't find the calmness in me to pause and check it out.
I think I went another 5 minutes before my legs gave way, not tripping on anything this time, just falling over weakly.
I tried to get up, I tried to keep running, but my body refused to cooperate. So I dragged myself behind what I believed was a tree.
My two hands were still cuffed together and they both held onto the gun, pointing it up.
I was breathing heavily, not sure what was happening around me. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily, shaking with the gun ready to shoot.
Minutes of stillness passed and life returned to my legs slightly. I readied myself to move, only to freeze when I heard a twig cut.