“Fight.”
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Do you know how to fight?”
I shrug. Truth is, I don’t.
He jumps up and pulls me up.
“Gio, what are you doing? I was comfortable.”
“You should know how to protect yourself, love. Let me teach you some things.”
“Right now?” I whine.
“Only a few things right now. Then I will train you more later.”
Later never came.
I take a deep breath and listen again. I still don’t hear anything, so I shake it off. I’m probably imagining things. I have been getting so lost in the past recently that I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m going crazy.
I tiptoe down the hall and look each way. Nothing seems out of place, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. I go into my room and head toward my phone, but someone grabs me from behind, covering my mouth.
I try to scream, but it can’t be heard over the man's hand. I do the only thing I know how. I bite down on his hand, and as he screams out in pain, I jump away from him and reach for my phone. He has me back in his grip as I scream, but he doesn’t put his hand back. I can taste his metallic blood as I struggle.
“Stop moving, you little bitch.”
I recognize the voice.
Fillipo.
I do as he asks as my memories kick in again.
If they ever have you from behind and you can’t kick out, go limp. Your body weight will throw them off.
As Gio predicted six years ago, Fillipo falls forward with me, and we wind up on my bed. I turn in his arms and try to kick him off me.
If you can, gouge his eyes out. Like this.
I remember him showing me how, and I try to execute the move. Fillipo’s smarter than that though and jumps back. I jump up as I plan my next attack.
Heel of the hand to the nose. As hard as you can. It will hurt like a bitch. Always aim for the balls with your kicks.
I rush toward him and kick out, but I only hit his thigh. I attempt to slam the heel of my hand into his nose, but I end up hitting his cheek instead. He grabs my hands and holds them over my head as he backs me up to the bed. I struggle as he falls over me.
“What a pretty little thing. You have a lot of fight in you, don’t you?”
He looks down at my body, and I shiver in disgust. I lost my towel during the fight, and I’m completely aware that I am lying under this repulsive man completely naked.
“What do you want from me?” I hiss out.
“From you? Nothing, child.” The smile he gives me is disturbing.
I don’t know what he has planned, but it can’t be good. My thoughts are confirmed moments later when he switches my hands to one of his as he reaches in his pocket. He pulls out a zip tie and secures my wrists together while I struggle to use my body to hit his anyway I can. In the end, I am no match for a man of his size. His weight on top of mine renders my body useless.
“You know, I planned on killing you to leave a message, but seeing your delicious body gives me a better idea. Perhaps I do want something from you after all.” The manic smile on his face tells me what he has planned. He trails his hand down my body and grabs my breast roughly. “Oh yeah, you’re a fine piece of meat.”
I start screaming and thrashing. This fucker is going to rape me. I scream until my throat goes raw.
Why isn’t anyone coming? Where’s Dante?
