Chapter 5

“You don’t want to do this,” I pleaded, trying to come up with something—anything—to stop him. “Think of your wife, your family.”

“Only thinking about you,” he said, pulling me closer. “And my cock inside you,” he added, whispering in my ear.

The next thing I did was out of instinct more than anything else. I lifted my knee up as high as it would go, which wasn’t that high, considering the stupid skirt I wore. It was enough to make contact with his balls though, and he released me. I bolted to the door. The lock stuck and I fumbled with it, cursing incessantly. It finally clicked open, right as Chad’s hand slammed against the door.

“That was a mistake, bitch,” he said, breathless. He shoved me into the adjacent wall and locked the door again. It hurt like hell, but I shook it off and lunged for the door. That’s when his fist made contact with my face. I staggered back against the wall. My legs buckled beneath me, and I slid to the floor.

“Time to play,” he said, as he unbuckled his belt.

This can’t be happening. My stomach churned in revulsion. I knew I had to get up. Get past him. Escape. In a burst of energy, I made it to my feet. He smiled wickedly, challenging me to make a run for it. Then he laughed.

“Don’t know why you’re toying with me. I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me, you fucking whore.”

For some reason, hearing him call me a fucking whore stopped me in my tracks. My fear disappeared, and in its place came anger. A lot of it. “Yeah, I think you have desire confused with disgust.”

That snarky comment got me a backhand, which stung even worse than the punch, considering he wore an enormous wedding band. Then his bloated lips pressed to mine, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. I struggled against him, trying to turn my head away. His breath was a putrid mix of coffee and halitosis. He used one hand to hold my face in position, and the other to rip my blouse open. He pawed hard at my breasts, groaning. The slobbering kiss finally ceased, but not before his teeth bit into my lip.

I cried out, tasting blood.

“Oh you like that, huh?” he said. “Figured you would, you filthy cunt.”

“Please stop,” I pleaded, crying. “Please…”

“Enough with the foreplay,” he whispered, as he yanked me from the wall and hoisted me onto his shoulder. Knocking the wind out of me, he dropped me on his desk, where I landed face-down, my stomach on the edge. He stood behind me, pinning me against the desk with the weight of his legs. His hand pressed hard on the back of my head, keeping it stationary against the cold wood. As I gasped for air, I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping.

Stop, I thought over and over. I felt a pain began to build inside my head, a throbbing that was only exacerbated by my injuries.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this,” he said, his voice entirely too eager. “You’ll be begging for more.”

He shoved my skirt up, ripping it in the process. My underwear tore off as he yanked them down my thighs.

“Mm,” he murmured and then slapped my ass. “So tight.”

“Get the fuck off me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

A surge of pain flooded my head, as if the scream had torn through my brain.

And then the throbbing stopped.

I braced myself, waiting for some other painful blow, or even worse, penetration. But instead I felt his hand lift off my head, his body move away from mine. Trembling, I turned around. He stood with his pants around his ankles, wincing, holding his head as if were trying to contain it.

What the fuck? I wiped a trickle of warm blood running down my cheek and slid my skirt back down. Then I cautiously approached him.

“What’s… happening…” he gasped, clutching his head with more force. He screamed as he fell to the floor, curling into a fetal position.

“Asshole,” I said, and spit on him.

I imagined his head exploding, creating a beautiful landscape of Dickpiggly brain matter, the perfect enhancement to the drab office wallpaper.

But that’s not what happened. Instead, there was simply a ‘poof’ sound. And then he stopped moving.

Of course, I didn’t understand at the time what transpired. How could I grasp the gravity of the situation when I was still trying to catch my breath? I was just grateful to be safe.

I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. Right as I unlocked it and turned the knob, I heard a thump behind me.

Holy shit, did he get back up? Afraid to look, I sighed in relief when I heard the sound of Vi’s voice.

“Ewww, gross.”

I nearly laughed at her reaction. Seeing Chad on the floor half-naked was decidedly gross. She caught a glimpse of my face and ran over to me.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” She reached out to touch me, but then withdrew. “Fuck, I knew he was a dick.”

I tried to smile, but it hurt too much. “Yeah.”

“You did this?” she asked, circling Chad. “Nice.”

“No, I…”

Squatting down on the floor next to him, she felt for a pulse. “Oh shit.” Vi stood up abruptly. “We have to get out of here.”

“What’s wrong? Is he…”

But before I could say another word, Vi grabbed my hand and teleported us out.