Caught By A Killer – Part 34 – Haven (NSFW)

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Hc3Caught By A Killer – Haven

The air burned my lungs, boiled my stomach and as I opened my eyes, the dizziness turned everything too quickly. I hurt and couldn’t move my arms or legs. I heaved and emptied my stomach on the ground. I wasn’t dead. Cold fear gripped me, and it hurt.

“Turf,” I said and coughed.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

My eyes struggled to focus on Roger. Right. He shot Turf and punched me in the face. He was going to kill me. I wanted to kill him right back.

“The mutt’s dead as are the hag and wrinkly old bastard who came running when you screamed. If you had just kept your mouth shut they’d be alive.” 

“No.” I was crying before he kicked me in the ribs. I couldn’t feel my hands that were tied behind my back and I bit my cheek.“You’ll never get away with this.” I spat and frowned at the blood.

“How horribly predictable of you little damsel. Let me guess you think this is going to go like in the movies. You get me all riled up until you find a way to get your hands free. And in some grand deus ex machina moment, you overtake me by some improbable feat of strength or resourcefulness that you just don’t have.” He laughed, and it was ugly. He dragged me from the vomit and wiped my face with a dirty cloth.“I bet your fingers are numb, your legs can’t move, and you’re so afraid you’re ready to throw up again. Good luck overthrowing me damsel darling. Nobody is coming to rescue you, you’re not rescuing yourself, and you will die.”

He was right. I was ready to puke, and I couldn’t even touch whatever bound my wrists with my numb fingers. Roger pulled out a large knife and circled me. I tried to focus on my surroundings. All I could tell is that it was still night, maybe near sunrise and we were in a shed or barn with a dirt floor. I couldn’t stop crying. My heart was broken, and I was so afraid I thought my heart might give out.

“You see none of those so-called survivors were ever my victims. They were Jim’s. His sloppy problem, not mine. Any woman I marked was mine, and I never, never leave a job unfinished. Ever.”

The dark shift in his pretty eyes took my breath away. Come on Haven I said in my head, what the fuck? Do something! I screamed. Okay it was a pretty pathetic micro effort, but better than nothing.

“Yes please do scream.” Roger rubbed his crotch. “I’m going to slit your wrists and fuck you until you’re almost dead. You will die cold, alone, dripping my cum from your twat while I slip out of the country and start all over again. It’s such a bitch to relocate. So I’ll make you suffer for that.”

He kicked me again, and I screamed again. I would prefer that he kill me than be raped for a second time. I struggled and the binding cut into my wrists. I could feel that. I screamed in despair and frustration. I don’t know what to do.

Roger stepped his heavy boot onto my hip and cut my wrists free. Try as I might I couldn’t use my arms. They hurt and burned with the blood that rushed back to my hands. I cried and screamed.

“You are getting me hard with those pretty screams.” He said and shoved me with his foot to my back. He stepped on my sternum and started cutting my jeans with his knife. I fumbled and weakly clawed at his leg.

“Now, now you little bitch; I’ll leave enough DNA for the police there’s no need to scratch me.”

“Please don’t.” I shut my mouth when my words lit a lust in his eyes.

So far, I’m fanning his flames. I stopped everything. I went limp. Timing will be everything, and if I can do nothing to save myself, I can take away his pleasure.

“Oooh, that won’t work. I can make you scream again. I can make you beg, and damsel darling, I’m already hard.”

I stayed still. I need to calm down. I need to think. I need an idea and an opportunity. He put my wrists out and stepped on them as he cut away my shirt and bra. I let him. I wanted the knife but not slicing my torso up from struggling.

“Mighty fine tits you have.” He moved off my arms and grabbed a fist full of my hair. “Get up.” He said and dragged me to my feet. I did not comply and fell right back to the ground. If he wanted me, he had to use two hands.

“Bitch,” He threw the knife to the table I didn’t see before and reached for me with both hands. Hard huh? I brought my still bound legs up and kicked him as hard as I could between the legs. Since my legs were jelly it wasn’t a hard hit, but it would still hurt.

I wanted to make this man pay for hurting Eunice and Westley. I wanted him to suffer for hurting Turf. I could hear his barks in my mind as I rolled to dodge the red-faced Roger. Turf would want me to fight. Eunice and Westley would want me to fight. I had to fight for Wayne and Warren. This man cannot get away. I was calling Roger all sorts of foul things as I kicked out at him again shoving him back. I pulled at the zip tie around my ankles. Knife, my mind screamed the word at me. With Roger struggling for breath, I struggled to get to the blade. He grabbed my ankle, and I bucked.

New plan. If I can’t stop him, I’ll make him kill me in rage before he rapes me. A loud bang shook wooden oversized door like something slammed into it, made Roger look over his shoulder in surprise.

“Help!” I screamed again and reached up to the table for the knife. Kill or be killed. My fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife when the door opened and slammed against the wall.

With deafening Barks, Turf flew at Roger in a mass of white and black fur.

“Turf!” Never in my life have I been so relieved. He’s alive!

While Roger and Turf tumbled in a heap of growls and man screams I cut my legs free.

“Turf!” I yelled, and he jumped away from Roger who was bleeding badly from his shoulder and wrist.

With his head down and teeth bared, Turf growled fiercely and backed up toward me. My hands shook, and my legs were wobbly. In a movie, the hero would kill her attacker or run. I could do neither. I would not be a murderer even if he deserved it. Running was not a physical possibility right now. Besides this man has a gun somewhere.

Roger was about to become far more dangerous than he was a moment ago. If I can hear the voices yelling outside so can he. Roger got to his feet keeping his eyes on Turf and backed up slowly.

“Stop!” I yelled.

“No can do.” Roger reached slowly into a bag, and I had to stop him.

I threw the knife. Once again, movie magic failed me. It hit him but not in the cool assassin kind of way. It grazed his arm and fell to the floor. Only Turf took that as permission to attack again.

“Get the stick!” I yelled, and turf went for the gun.

I moved this time. I had canine back up, and my legs were mostly functional. Turf sunk his teeth into Roger’s wrist eliciting a howl from the piece of shit and I brought my leg up to his groin. I figured not everything in the movies has to be wrong. I can win, I can and I must. I grabbed his hair as he screamed and brought his nose down to my knee. Holy shit that hurt! The gun hit the ground and Turf went for Roger’s neck again.

“Haven!” Warren yelled as he came through the door.

“Turf, let him go!” Wayne yelled at his dog.

I was in Warrens’ arms and I began sobbing. Wayne held a shotgun at Roger’s head. Warren took his shirt off and wrapped me in it.

“Are you hurt?”

“Not seriously.” I managed to say. I reached for Turf as he nuzzled my leg. Warren let me to my knees so I could hug Turf. There was dried blood in his fur on his head where the bullet hit him. The long gouge suggested he had been grazed and knocked unconscious. I hugged Turf tight, and he rubbed his head against me.

“Keep her safe Turf,” Warren said and went to his brother.

“He’s dead,” Wayne said as two more people came in.

I don’t know who because my tears were too much. Turf whined when Warren picked me up after wrapping me in a blanket.

Part #35: A Little Luck  . 
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11 comments on “Caught By A Killer – Part 34 – Haven (NSFW)

  1. Holy shit! This has me in tears! Well written, so well written! omg I’ll have more to say later I’m sure…but right now, can’t.

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  2. Nel says:

    Wow. He’s ruthless. Wanted to rape her while she was bleeding out. That’s some brutal shit. She didn’t have to kill him but I would have stabbed that knife into his wrist or leg or something and stomped on it to hold his ass in place. Thank goodness Turf is alive and nobody but hopefully Roger is dead.

    Excited for Marisol and Grady!! That graphic is so cute! 🙂

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  3. Sheryl says:

    Wow, this is fantastic!

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