Page 9 of Pushed Through The Dark
The words came out of my mouth, and I couldn't stop it. Something had taken over inside me. It was raw. It was primal. It was hidden someplace deep in my gut.
Blue glared at me, wiping the blood off his lip with his thumb. Licking his finger clean, he smirked, his teeth bright red and lip split down the middle. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you just made a big mistake, Sweetheart."
Using the back of his palm, he smacked me hard, forcing my head to snap in the other direction. My feet twisted around each other, and I lost my balance, dropping to my hands and knees on the stage.
In my head, I was wishing that someone would come to my rescue. That maybe there was a good man in the audience who wouldn't sit by and let this asshole lay his hands on me.
But wishes and prayers can't penetrate these walls.
"How dare you?" Lowering his face to mine, he spits on my cheek. "How dare you lay your hands on me?" His words were quiet, coming out through clenched teeth. Slamming his hands into my hair, he started to drag me off the stage. "How dare you embarrass me, and embarrass Virgo like this!"
I tried to kick and scream, I tried to scratch his hand with my nails and force him to let me go. But it was like he didn't feel me at all. I was a mosquito on the flesh of a rhino.
No matter how much I scratched or clawed, no matter how deep it felt like I was going, Blue didn't release one ounce of his grip. It only made him hold me tighter.
My heels scraped the steps as my body bounced off each one. It felt like my scalp was on fire as he dragged me like a heavy bag to the back of the stage.
"Let me go! Fucking let me go!" Kicking my legs wildly, I bucked my body up and down. "You can't do this!"
"Shut the fuck up," Blue growled. Releasing his hand from my hair, he quickly moved it to my throat. "Shut the fuck up or I'll kill you right here." The cool metal of a knife was pressed against my neck, the sharp edge slicing the first few layers of skin instantly.
Pursing my lips, I took long slow breaths in through my nose. Every inhale forced the knife to tear a little deeper into my skin, not enough to cause too much damage, but enough to remind me it was real steel.
Swallowing hard, I licked my lips. "Then why haven't you yet? That's the second time you threatened to kill me, so fucking kill me."
"Don't test me, whore."
"You can't kill me." Veering my stare, I arched a brow. I wanted to challenge him. I could feel it as it swelled in my chest, making the words come out of my mouth like a fuse ready to be lit. All I had to do was light it.
Blue grunted, his lips curling up into a snarl. Releasing a sound from the back of his throat, he threw his arm out across my shoulder, slicing the strap on my dress.
Reaching up, I grabbed the strap and held the top so it didn't fall forward, exposing my chest. Peering up at him, I did my best to not show any fear. I didn't want him to think he was getting to me, I didn't want him to have that power.
He already had it for far too long, enough was enough.
A warm sensation started to flow over my fingers, running down the back of my palm. Glancing at my shoulder, I realized that he had actually cut me. There was a gash running from my collarbone to the curved edge of my shoulder. Blood was seeping from the wound, and a throbbing sensation was starting to pulse deep in the tissue.
"Your throat is next if you say one more fucking word, understand?" Holding the knife eye level, he aimed the pointy end at my face. "One more fucking word."
The blood was pooling in the little dips of my knuckles as I tried to apply pressure and close the cut. It moved down my wrist as the small pools grew and the bump of my knuckle couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Fuck you." Tipping my head, I gave him full access to my throat. "I don't give a shit anymore. Go on, do it, just get it over with. Fucking kill me."
Let him kill me, let him end this fucking misery.
"Are you done?" a deep, thick voice asked, coming in from behind us. "You've fucked with her long enough, but she's certainly not yours to kill." His tone dropped lower, his words firm and commanding.
I could feel him all over me, as if his shadow was climbing around my body, weighing me down. The man moved to my side, his steps flowing like water over rocks. He was quiet and smooth, each one seemed methodical and planned out.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see his shiny black shoes, the laces tied uptight, not a smudge of dirt or scuff in the leather. Moving my gaze up, his pants were just as black as his shoes, his button-up, his blazer, his tie, all of it dark as a starless night.
"Who the fuck are you?" Blue asked, standing up straight. He puffed his chest out, hanging his arms at his sides, muscles tensed and ready to fight.
"That's the wrong question to ask me." Braiding his fingers behind his back, he took a step in towards Blue. "You should know who I am. I made a very large purchase tonight." The man glanced down at me, and his eyes tearing the air right out of my lungs. It felt like he reached inside my chest and squeezed them until they were empty. "And you're currently vandalizing my property."
His property?
He's the man who bought me. . .
