Chapter 13 *PUNCH! * PUNCH! * PUNCH!
Saraphina
Cameron was driving me home when my phone lit up. Ryan’s name was on the screen.
“Hey, Ry,” I answered, my words a little muddy.
“Where the hell are you?” he yelled, his voice raw with anger.
“I am going home. I sent you a message.”
“I will take you home! Do not get in the car with him! Do you hear me? I said..”
“Why are you shouting?” I complained, the sound hurting my fuzzy head. “I am almost home, okay? I will see you later.”
I ended the call before he could say another word. He tried to call back, and I sent it straight to voicemail. My head was pounding, and I did not want to be screamed at. What was his problem? First he left me alone, and now he was trying to find me.
“Everything okay?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah,” I shrugged, leaning my head on the cool window. “Just Ryan being strange. It does not matter.”
I must have passed out for a little while, because when my eyes opened again, I did not recognize the road outside. I knew the way home, and this was not it.
“Hey, where are we? This is not the way to my house,” I said.
“You are really out of it, Saraphina. I cannot just drop you at your parents’ house like this. I am taking you somewhere you can get some fresh air. When you feel better, I will drive you home,” Cameron said, his voice smooth and kind.
That actually made sense. My mother would have a fit if she saw me in this state.
Cameron smiled at me. In the dim light, his face looked like it belonged to a saint. He seemed like a good guy. And he was Ryan’s friend. So this had to be fine, right?
Ryan
God fucking damn it.
I am not a guy who feels things deeply. Surfing taught me to keep my head clear, even when things get hard. But this was different. This was fucking bad. I could not stay calm anymore.
After she hung up on me, Saraphina’s phone would not connect. I tried calling Cameron, but that piece of shit would not answer either. That fucking bastard. I know how he is. I know what he does with girls.
I am going to fucking kill him if he touches her.
I got into my truck and slammed my foot on the gas. At least I had a guess about where they were going. I know the place Cameron likes to take the women he hunts. I just hope I am not too late.
Saraphina
My eyes felt like lead, and I fell asleep again. The next time I woke, the car was stopped. We were parked in a dark place, surrounded by huge trees.
Are we in the forest?
“Where are we?” I groaned.
“My dad’s cabin. It is right over there,” Cameron said, pointing to a dark wooden house deeper in the trees.
Cameron got out and came to my door. He opened it and held out his hand. “Come on.”
I took his hand and let him help me out. But the second my feet touched the ground, a cold feeling settled in my gut. Something was very wrong.
“Wait, I should tell Ryan I will be late. He might be worried…”
“Shhh, that is not necessary,” he said, shaking his head. His voice was different now. “Besides, you cannot get a signal out here.” His tone was an order, and I did not like it.
“Wait, let me just try,” I said again, pulling my hand back. I tried to get my phone from my pocket, but Cameron moved fast. He grabbed my arms and shoved me back hard. My shoulder blades smashed into a tree.
“Ouch!” I cried out as my phone fell to the dirt.
“Okay, we can stop pretending now, princess. There is no one around,” Cameron said. His whole face was different.
He was smiling a nasty smile, holding me against the wide tree. I twisted and pushed, but his grip was too strong. I could not get away.
“What are you talking about? Let me go!”
“Oh, come on. I know you want me. I see the way you watch me,” he said, his breath hot and heavy.
He pushed his body against mine, trapping me against the tree. I could barely draw a breath.
“N…o..!” I tried to say, but the word was choked by my tears and my struggle.
He had one hand holding both of my wrists above my head. His other hand went to my hip, holding me in place. His legs were on either side of mine, caging me. I wanted to kick, to scream, to fight, but I felt so small and weak.
“I bet you are already wet for me. A dirty little bitch like you must be ready. Do not worry, I am going to fuck you so good,” he said, biting my earlobe.
I felt so sick. I prayed to God I could break free, but I could not. I kept fighting, but the more I pushed, the harder he pressed into me, and the more powerless I felt.
He laughed at my crying, and then his mouth came down on mine, hard and vicious. When I kept my lips shut, he used his hand to squeeze my cheeks and force them open. It was horrible and it hurt. Tears ran down my face without my permission.
His tongue forced its way into my mouth. I made small, sad sounds of protest, but it was useless. I tried to say no, but only weak little cries came out. Saying no would not help me anyway. Cameron was determined to get what he wanted. His other hand was now groping my breast over my shirt, his fingers curling and yanking so hard I heard the fabric rip.
With his body pressed against me, I could feel him getting hard against my stomach. My whole body was shaking in fear as he started to push his hips against me.
“Stop…” I cried, but that only made him rougher.
I had no strength left. I could not even hold myself up. I heard his hot, heavy moans in my ear, and it was the most disgusting sound I had ever heard.
I was sobbing now, but he did not care. He was enjoying it. He groaned and his hand moved to my pants, gripping my backside so hard it was painful.
“Mmm, I wonder if you are as tight as these jeans,” he grunted.
“No… please… stop…” I begged. He just laughed.
“Do not worry, I promise you will like it.” As he said it, he cupped his hand between my legs over my jeans. The pressure was too rough, and I screamed.
“Ah!”
“You like that, huh? You like it, baby?”
No!
I hated it. It felt like he was trying to push his fingers inside me right through the denim. I shook my head and tried to squirm away. His hand moved to the button of my jeans, and he started to undo it quickly.
This cannot be happening…
But it was. It was happening right in front of me, and I was too weak to make it stop. Cameron was yanking my jeans and my panties down together. I kept crying and pushing at him, but it only made his eyes shine with excitement.
Oh my god, please no, not like this…
In one fast movement, he pulled his own pants down. I was so horrified I could not even think.
“Please, do not do this,” I cried, my breath coming in gasps. I was begging him, hoping for any kind of mercy.
“Shut up!” he grunted, and his hand closed around my throat. “Just be a good bitch and take it!”
I could not breathe. I could not move. I could not think. He was too strong, and I was so stupid for getting into this mess. Cameron smiled a winning smile as he used his knee to force my legs apart. He positioned himself between them. I closed my eyes, waiting for the worst thing to happen, wishing I would just die instead.
I guess this is the end… There is nothing else I can do…
“Get the fuck off her!”
PUNCH!
A loud voice roared through the trees. Cameron was thrown off of me, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.
My entire body trembling, I fell to my knees and slumped against the tree. I forced my eyes open, and through my tear-blurred vision, I saw Ryan in a black hoodie, pinning Cameron to the ground and hitting him, over and over.
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!
“What the fuck, man?” Cameron spat, but Ryan did not listen. Ryan was insane with anger. He was growling like a wild animal.
Still shaking, I pulled my jeans up and held my torn shirt together. I wanted to get up and run, but I could not move that fast. My knees were too weak to hold me, so I just sat there and watched.
Cameron tried to fight back, shoving at Ryan and throwing a punch. Cameron was big and strong, but Ryan was faster. In one quick motion, Ryan threw him down again and landed on top of him.
“Mother. Fucker. I. Will. Fucking. Kill. You!” Ryan roared, and he did not stop punching.
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!