She could feel his filthy hand sliding down every inch of her body. She hoped and prayed to God that someone would save her before it escalated any further, but as she felt his hands starting to unbutton her pants, she knew that things weren't going to end well. He started to kiss her neck. Then he got right in her face. "You disappoint me Jo, I thought you were tough, but turns out you're nothing but a pathetic little bitch" he said snickering. Even with her hands cuffed behind her back, and the searing pain both from her head and ribs, she wasn't just gonna lie down and let this happen.
She brought her head up into his with a crack which prompted a painful scream from him and sent him sprawling backwards. She regretted her actions almost immediately as a horribly unbearable pain shot through her head and her vision became blurry. "You dumb bitch!" He yelled furiously, holding his head. Then he grinned deviously. "You shouldn't have done that Jo" he said. He jumped back on top of her and wrapped his hands around her throat. She gasped for air.
He kept one hand around her throat and used the other to unzip his pants. "Time to finish this Jo" he said as he said as he yanked her pants and underwear down. Jo felt like the world was spinning in that moment. By now she was drifting in and out of consciousness. He forcefully thrust himself into her. She whimpered in pain. She could hear the nearing wail of sirens and the sound of rain that was now beginning to fall. Curtis stroked her cheek and grunted as he pulled out of her.
"We'll have to do this again sometime Jo" he said with an arrogant tone. Then he stood up, zipped up his pants and took off down the street. At that moment Mac pulled his vehicle to a screeching halt and jumped out. He was running so fast that he almost tripped and fell down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he saw her laying there in a heap on the cold, hard concrete. His blood started to boil.
He rushed over to her. The first thing he noticed was that her pants were pulled down. He began to feel sick to his stomach; he didn't want her to be exposed like that so he pulled them back up. "Jo" he whispered softly. "Jo, come on wake up for me sweetie" he said as he stroked her bruised cheek. This prompted a soft groan from her. "Mac" she said in barely a whisper.
"Yeah Jo" it's me. "Everything's gonna be okay, alright" he whispered to her as he stroked her hair. "I…It hurts" she grunted. Then she started coughing up blood. "Woah, take it easy Jo" he said. "Where does it hurt?" he asked. She pointed to her ribs. "Okay, I'm gonna take a look, just breathe easy" he said. He lifted up what was left of her shirt and stared down in horror at a large purplish bruise starting to form on her right side. Now Mac was no doctor, but even he knew that it was definitely not a good sign.
He knew that he couldn't wait for an ambulance, so he had to make a quick decision. "Alright, listen to me Jo, I need to get you out of here, okay" he said. He carefully lifted her up into his arms. She let out a painful cry which tore him up inside. "I'm sorry" he apologized. She gritted her teeth and tried to bear the immobilizing pain. He quickly, but carefully carried her up the stairs and laid her down in the backseat of his truck. Then he jumped in the drivers seat and sped down the streets toward the hospital. He pulled out his cell and called Flack. He picked up after about two rings.
"Yeah, Flack" he answered.
"Don, it's Mac" replied Mac.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Don, listen, Jo's been attacked, I need you to call the team and get them to secure the scene, I'm on my way with her to the hospital" he said.
"Oh my God, okay, I'm on it" said Flack.
"Thanks" said Mac.
"Of course" replied Flack.