Chapter 90

His hand crushes over my mouth to silence me, an arm around my ribs as I throw my body weight backwards into him to knock him off balance, but it’s futile. He’s crazily strong for a short fat creep.

He clings to me, tightening his hold on my ribs, pressing me with enough force to crack a few and winding me in the process. He tries to reduce my fight and oxygen and claws his fingers into my face as he smothers me. Stinging pain and bruising grasp to disarm me and induce submission.

Except, I’m not anyone’s docile little victim. I’m Alexi’s little hellcat, and I won’t go quietly.

My hands are free, and I use my phone to aim backward slaps at his face and head, knowing it would serve more worth than my tiny soft hands. It’s my only weapon right now, and I will use it to both hurt him and let Alexi know they have caught me if he puts it back to his ear. I whack at what I can before losing my grip, and it’s sent sliding off mid-air and crashing to the floor.

He is