His hand slid up her shirt making her wince. He ripped open her shirt as buttons went flying and licked her stomach. She started crying and felt nauseous at the feel of this touch. He had seemed so sweet. Never in a million years did she think he was capable of this. He licked up her neck and kissed her hard, but she bit down on his lip breaking skin to the point where she could taste his blood in her mouth. He smacked her with all his strength across the cheek, but not with his hand, with the end of the gun.
He grabbed her throat squeezing so hard you could see the definition in his hands and her face turn from a milky white to a blue of undistinguishable description: "Do that again and I'll make this as painful as possible," he said in an eerily calm tone.
He let go of her neck and she gasped for air as his non-gun bearing hand grazed down her stomach to the top of her jeans. She started to squirm with all the strength she could muster. She knew this was her last chance. If she didn't do something now it would be too late. He shifted himself to try and stop her squirming and it happened. That split second she'd been waiting for. He focused on controlling her upper body alleviating the weight on her legs. She was able to pull her leg up enough her to knee him where he was once excited. Before she knew it she had thrust herself up and stepped on the now hunched over on the floor phony charmer to get to the door. He grabbed her ankle causing her to fall forward onto her face with no hands to break her fall. Despite the now searing pain and bloody lip she managed to roll herself away from her attacker and reach the door.
She ran out of the house and was blinded by tears, rain, and fog that had rolled in from nowhere. She was running so hard her lungs were burning. She fought to stay balanced and avoid slipping on the wet grass without the help her legs that continually gave way beneath her from exhaustion causing her to fall to her knees, but she kept getting up and running with energy that did not exist. She tried to scream but every ounce of breath was used to keep running and so was too quiet for her distant neighbors to hear, not that they would have heard even if she could scream at the top of her lungs. Why did I choose to live in the middle of nowhere? I tried to escape tragedy and more found me anyway. She just knew he wasn't far behind. She was suddenly halted in her tracks as she ran into something hard. She felt arms wrap around her.
"NO, NO!" she screamed. She kept screaming and squirming to get away, but couldn't break free of his grip. She had no more energy to fight. How did he get ahead of me, she thought hazily. She was tired from running and screaming and her mind was blurry and even still she could have sworn…