Chapter Seventeen
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He towered above her. Red slits for eyes gleamed in menace. His eyebrows were furrowed in a pointed V that seemed to leer at her. Blood tipped the corners of his mouth.
"Fighting me is useless!" the morphed figure of Kevin Lynch cried, slamming his foot into her stomach. The wind completely knocked out of her, she tried to squirm away from his bulky form. He was too strong, however, his boot refused to let up on her.
"Let me go!" she sobbed, fear clawing at her like a wild animal. She was cloaked in darkness, a choking blackness that she couldn't escape, no matter how hard she tried.
"Never, darling. I will never let you go," Kevin crooned tauntingly. He forced himself on top of her and began to hack away at her clothes. She was powerless to stop the intrusion. His fingers felt like spiked barbs as they undid her belt buckle. Her whole body screamed with pain, afire with unbelievable agony.
When he entered her, it was as though she became disconnected from herself. There was nothing around her but the burning, stabbing, aching hell he was giving her.
"You're mine," Kevin whispered. "All mine." He stroked her cheek, and his touch sent daggers through her skin.
"No!"
Panting, Penelope slammed her eyes open. Sweat trickled down her face as she slowly came to realize that it was a dream.
"It's not real, Garcia, it's not real," she tried to reassure yourself. The truth, however, was that it was. It was only a slightly magnified version of what had happened to her only a couple weeks ago. The pain….the taunting….the powerlessness to stop it all. Even now, it haunted her.
She needed Derek. However, a case in Topeka had taken him from her. Oh, how much she wanted to be in his arms at this moment. How much she wanted to have his reassuring body around her! It was almost too much to deal with alone, these constant nightmares that plagued her every waking moment as well.
Maybe I shouldn't think at all, she thought. Just try to forget…..just try to escape. Inspired, she went into the kitchen she and Derek shared. Pulling out the bottle of vodka, she took several swigs. The drink burned her throat as it slid down, but after a little while, the pain her heart felt started to ebb. By the time the bottle was empty, Penelope was numb. She was completely free of the nightmares, free of the agony, free of the memories she so desperately wanted to be rid of.
Penelope went back to bed, completely satiated with alcohol. She lay there for hours in a deep, dreamless sleep, safe from Kevin, safe from the world, safe from her own minds.
Maybe this was the way to go: forgetting….
Or maybe it was the gateway to a hell neither she nor Derek were prepared for.
Quickie with a cliffie! What's next? Any guesses?