Ok. This is a pretty graphic chapter. Lots of violence, attempted rape,
etc. Just to warn you. Also these next three chapters take place
simultaneously from different persepectives.
Chapter 24
In his car, Grissom heard Sara's screams, too. Pushing the gas pedal to the floor he careened around the corner, trying to will his way there faster. "Try and hang on baby, I'm coming." Grissom kept saying aloud.
In Sara's bedroom.....
Sara wakes to find Tony straddling her stomach, pinning her to the bed. She immediately recognizes him as the man who tackled her earlier that day. Panic rises in her throat.
"Looky here. Somebody's all nice and clean." Tony says as he eyes his prey. Bending down close to her face, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, he beings to fondle her over her robe. Breathing in deeply, "You sure smell nice. I bet you taste nice too." He said as he licked his way down her neck to her shoulders.
"Get off me!" Sara tried to yell. The pain in her voice evident.
"I'm going to get off alright." He said. "Just probably not in the way you'd like." He leans back on his heals and takes in the helpless beauty pinned beneath him. He unties the belt on her robe and pulls each side away from her body, exposing her breasts. Sara starts swinging and scratching at him, anything she can do to get him off of her. He quickly grabs her arms and pins them to her sides with his large legs. He sees the panic intensify in her eyes and he rubs himself through his jeans. As much as she can, she struggles, ignoring the pain searing from her ribs. She sees Tony's hand coming as it connects with the side of her face, burning into the skin.
"Lay still now, dolly and this will all be over soon." Tony says as he unzips his pants. He rises to his knees to lower his pants. Sara sees her opportunity and draws her knee up as hard as she can, connecting with the back of Tony's groin. He rolls off of her in pain, holding himself. Sara rolls off the bed, stumbling to the floor. Pain sears through her body as she hits the floor. Desperate to get away, she manages to bring herself to her hands a knees and starts crawling to the bathroom. Tony quickly catches her as she barely makes it into the bathroom. He notices the tub still full of water.
"You're gonna pay for that bitch!" He yells at Sara as he grabs her by the hair. Dragging her over to the tub he pulls her up.
"Not the water!" She begs. "Please, not the water."
Tony picks her up and shoves her head first into the water, holding her under for what seems like an eternity for Sara. Her lungs are already burning from the previously inflicted pain. Just as she's about to pass out, Tony pulls her out of the water. Gasping for air, she feels his hand start to push her head back down.
"Please, don't. Please-"
Again, he pushed her head under the water. Sara's struggle doesn't last as long this time. She hadn't had much time to fill her lungs with what little air they would hold before he had plunged her under again. Her movements slowed. Tony pulled her up again. This time, instead of pushing her head back under, he pulled her wet and struggling form to his body. "Are you going to behave now?" He asked.
Sara nods, tears pouring from her begging eyes.
"I said are you going to behave now?" Tony said as he jerks her head backwards. "Speak to me with the respect I deserve for sparing your life."
"Yes, I'm going to behave." She cries.
"Yes I'm going to behave, what." Tony yells as he pulls her head back yet again.
"Yes I'm going to behave now, Sir." Sara whispers.
"Good. That's the way I like it. Tony doesn't get all rough unless he has too." With that he picks her up and carries her back to the bedroom. Choosing the floor instead of the bed, he lays her down and lies next to her, half on top of her. Sara's mind is still reeling from the lack of oxygen but she begins to get her bearings back. She turns her head and looks under the dust ruffle on her bed and sees glimmer of something. She can't remember what she put under there. As Tony gropes and fondles her, she carefully reaches her hand under the bed. As soon as her fingers touch the object she immediately remembers what it is. "The .45 dad got me for my birthday." She said to herself. She draws the gun out from under the bed and points it at Tony's head. He stops what he's doing as soon as he feels the cold metal against his head.
"Get off of me now." Sara demands. She can see Tony evaluating the situation. She feels his body weight start to shift. Her body screams as his weigh rolls on top of her instead of off of her. A struggle ensues with the gun. Tony tries to take it away from Sara. Despite the beating her body has taken, survival instincts kick in and her grip on the gun is tight. Tony is unable to loosen her grip. He leans onto her chest, further injuring her. Taking advantage of her weakened condition, Tony tries to turn the gun around.
BANG. The sound of the gun going off resounds through the air like a cannon.
Chapter 24
In his car, Grissom heard Sara's screams, too. Pushing the gas pedal to the floor he careened around the corner, trying to will his way there faster. "Try and hang on baby, I'm coming." Grissom kept saying aloud.
In Sara's bedroom.....
Sara wakes to find Tony straddling her stomach, pinning her to the bed. She immediately recognizes him as the man who tackled her earlier that day. Panic rises in her throat.
"Looky here. Somebody's all nice and clean." Tony says as he eyes his prey. Bending down close to her face, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, he beings to fondle her over her robe. Breathing in deeply, "You sure smell nice. I bet you taste nice too." He said as he licked his way down her neck to her shoulders.
"Get off me!" Sara tried to yell. The pain in her voice evident.
"I'm going to get off alright." He said. "Just probably not in the way you'd like." He leans back on his heals and takes in the helpless beauty pinned beneath him. He unties the belt on her robe and pulls each side away from her body, exposing her breasts. Sara starts swinging and scratching at him, anything she can do to get him off of her. He quickly grabs her arms and pins them to her sides with his large legs. He sees the panic intensify in her eyes and he rubs himself through his jeans. As much as she can, she struggles, ignoring the pain searing from her ribs. She sees Tony's hand coming as it connects with the side of her face, burning into the skin.
"Lay still now, dolly and this will all be over soon." Tony says as he unzips his pants. He rises to his knees to lower his pants. Sara sees her opportunity and draws her knee up as hard as she can, connecting with the back of Tony's groin. He rolls off of her in pain, holding himself. Sara rolls off the bed, stumbling to the floor. Pain sears through her body as she hits the floor. Desperate to get away, she manages to bring herself to her hands a knees and starts crawling to the bathroom. Tony quickly catches her as she barely makes it into the bathroom. He notices the tub still full of water.
"You're gonna pay for that bitch!" He yells at Sara as he grabs her by the hair. Dragging her over to the tub he pulls her up.
"Not the water!" She begs. "Please, not the water."
Tony picks her up and shoves her head first into the water, holding her under for what seems like an eternity for Sara. Her lungs are already burning from the previously inflicted pain. Just as she's about to pass out, Tony pulls her out of the water. Gasping for air, she feels his hand start to push her head back down.
"Please, don't. Please-"
Again, he pushed her head under the water. Sara's struggle doesn't last as long this time. She hadn't had much time to fill her lungs with what little air they would hold before he had plunged her under again. Her movements slowed. Tony pulled her up again. This time, instead of pushing her head back under, he pulled her wet and struggling form to his body. "Are you going to behave now?" He asked.
Sara nods, tears pouring from her begging eyes.
"I said are you going to behave now?" Tony said as he jerks her head backwards. "Speak to me with the respect I deserve for sparing your life."
"Yes, I'm going to behave." She cries.
"Yes I'm going to behave, what." Tony yells as he pulls her head back yet again.
"Yes I'm going to behave now, Sir." Sara whispers.
"Good. That's the way I like it. Tony doesn't get all rough unless he has too." With that he picks her up and carries her back to the bedroom. Choosing the floor instead of the bed, he lays her down and lies next to her, half on top of her. Sara's mind is still reeling from the lack of oxygen but she begins to get her bearings back. She turns her head and looks under the dust ruffle on her bed and sees glimmer of something. She can't remember what she put under there. As Tony gropes and fondles her, she carefully reaches her hand under the bed. As soon as her fingers touch the object she immediately remembers what it is. "The .45 dad got me for my birthday." She said to herself. She draws the gun out from under the bed and points it at Tony's head. He stops what he's doing as soon as he feels the cold metal against his head.
"Get off of me now." Sara demands. She can see Tony evaluating the situation. She feels his body weight start to shift. Her body screams as his weigh rolls on top of her instead of off of her. A struggle ensues with the gun. Tony tries to take it away from Sara. Despite the beating her body has taken, survival instincts kick in and her grip on the gun is tight. Tony is unable to loosen her grip. He leans onto her chest, further injuring her. Taking advantage of her weakened condition, Tony tries to turn the gun around.
BANG. The sound of the gun going off resounds through the air like a cannon.
