This is a little graphic and there is a rape scene, so proceed with caution or just skip it if you want. It was difficult to write, so hopefully not as difficult to read.
Catherine scoured the room in search of weapon or a way out. She knew that by now Steve had left the property and had found her note. She knew that he was safe. That was her main focus earlier; her focus now was to get herself out of there. She was as sure as dead. She knew that it was a matter of time before Connor made an example of her, just as he had made of Roberts. This was different, this was personal. Connor had told her on many occasions that he was in love with her and of the future plans he had for them. Connor was easy on the eyes, but she knew that he was a ruthless killer. She had gotten herself in way too deep and was now facing her certain demise. Each scenario disgusted her and she was on a continuous nauseating journey. Each time spent with him made her look forward to arresting him or putting a bullet through his head. Either scenario would have pleased her. She hated him more than words or thoughts could explain, he turned her into an addict, a junkie and hoer, as Steve phrased it. Oh God, Steve, I should have let you get me out of here, why am I so damn stubborn, she was getting more and more desperate.
The bedroom door stormed open, startling Catherine.
"Where are you going Bitch?" Connor shouted
He grabbed her by the arms and threw her across the room, knocking her against the wall. She scurried up, trying to catch her breath when he grabbed her again, this time throwing her into the bed. He straddled her, holding her wrists and pinning her legs with his body.
"Why don't you just kill me? Put a bullet in me and end it once and for all. What are you waiting for!" she shouted
"You, you, you fucked me over! I trusted you. You were nothing but a fucking cop, a cop!" Connor was angry
"Yeh I am a cop, Ok so now what? Here I surrender, get it over with" she pleaded
"Oh no, you are not getting off that easy. I cared about you, I fell for you. You fucked me and now it's my turn" he tore her shirt off and then grabbed her skirt, and with one grip ripped both the skirt and her underwear off with one pull.
The tug against her skin tore a gash in her hip, causing her to scream from the pain.
"Shut up" he slapped her in the face.
He unbuttoned his pants, removed his belt and using it he proceeded to tie her wrists to the headboard. In one swift motion he penetrated her causing her body to thrust. Her head slamming against the wall with each thrust. He pushed harder and faster, causing her to scream with agony.
He leaned into her and whispered in her ear "What you aren't enjoying this? You didn't seem to mind before, maybe you need some help" She turned her head and closed her eyes, cringing at his mere appearance.
Reaching to the dresser, he retrieved a syringe and stuck it into her arm with no regard for preciseness.
She tried desperately to fight him, but his grip was strong and she was weekend by the fight and now from the drug that was injected into her. She was giving up.
His hands began to stroke her body. His fingers traveled around her breasts and across her abdomen. He tried to kiss her as she continually tossed her head from side to side. His fingers traveled further, reaching behind her back and across her sides. He grabbed her waist and squeezed, holding her tighter. He continued thrusting his erection into her body as he spoke. "We could have been good together, now I have no choice but to kill you. Just not yet, first I'm going to have some fun with you for a while. I am going to kill your cop friend and his cop friends and I am going to make you watch." His psychotic rant went on "you had to be a cop! You had to be a cop!"
He leaned forward placing his lips on her neck and kissed his way down to her nipples and sucked on her breasts until he climaxed, He stopped and watched to see her reaction while he remained sitting on her, still inside her. He continued to stare at her as she lied there with her eyes closed tightly and tears streaming down her face.
He gently stroked her face "It doesn't have to be this way. You can come to your senses and come with me to Fiji after the drop. We could live on the beach and I can give you an endless supply of whatever would make you happy, all the powder, you want. 30 million dollars, I could spend that on you baby. We can make love under the stars for the rest of our lives. Come with me, I would rather do that than waste this gorgeous body on the fishes."
Catherine opened her eyes, giving him a glimmer of hope and spit directly in his face. "I would rather be fish bait!" she shouted
The comment angered him causing him to punch her, knocking her unconscious. He sat and stared at her for a cleaned himself up and returned to the party as if nothing had happened. He made sure the door was locked, but he was confident that she would not be conscious any time soon.
Catherine lay there, naked and battered. She was unconscious from both the trauma of the rape and the drugs that were running through her system. The bed sheets were covered with blood, both from her wounds and from the roughness of his intrusion. Subconsciously she had resolved to the fact that she was as good as dead.
To all my Catherine fans, I am sorry for doing this scene but a challenge is a challenge.
