Chapter 143. Kill Him

Pure horror crashed over me: he intended to rape me. Despair threatened to drown me, but I fought, fists flailing. He undid his belt with one hand while holding me down with the other.

The leather belt fell to the floor. He pried my legs apart. My shrieks became choked coughs as I thrashed, nails scraping his skin.

Then, desperate, I grabbed the nearest weapon: the battered stool leg beside the bed. I swung it upward, smashing it against his head with all my might. He grunted, staggered back, and I gasped for air.

His hand shot up, striking my cheek in a savage blow. Pain flared across my face. He rubbed the bruise with a scowl. “Bitch,” he snarled. “You’ll pay for that.” He hauled me off the bed and pressed me against the wall, one arm constricting my throat.

My vision fractured into red spots. Panic clawed at my mind. I kicked backward, nails digging into his flesh until he crumpled to the floor with a strangled scream.

I slid down the wall onto the f