Chapter 50 - LOSING

"I like my women to be a little more colorful when I take them." He said as he grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked on it, hard. "You're a little plain right now, we need to get you ready." My shirt had disintegrated and disappeared after he pulled on it. I was now topless and bare before him.

I saw the look in his eyes darken then, with desire and something more. He left the bra in place but he leaned forward so that he hovered over me with an evil smile.

"You see, little wolf bitch, I like it rough. Not rough on me, you see, but rough on my women. I like them bloody and screaming, and I don't care if that screaming is in fear or pleasure, it all ends up the same anyway. I will take you while you're afraid and hating me and still make you come screaming in pleasure. That's my specialty."

"You're a sick fucking freak." I knew that the fear was showing in my eyes, I did my best to hide it but I didn't want this man to touch me any more than he already had.

"That's quite the compliment for me." He leaned forward even more, until his face was right in front of me. 

I could feel and smell the man's putrid breath as he breathed into my face. Then the next thing I knew his tongue darted out as he licked the side of my face. I couldn't help it, I shuddered at the feel of it, that nasty slimy thing had actually touched me.

"I see that you're already afraid, that's good."

"More like disgusted, you nasty brute." I was glaring at him again, my hatred and anger growing inside of me.

"You will be afraid of me soon enough, even if just being afraid that I will touch you and be inside of you."

"I won't let that happen." 

I had spit the words into his face with such force that actual spit flew from my mouth and landed on his cheek. That seemed to piss him off so much that I saw his eyes actually turn red with that emotion. This wasn't good.

I barely had time to register the shadow of his fist as it travelled toward me. The next second that giant rock hard fist slammed into my left temple.

My vision blurred for a second. It wasn't from tears, I wasn't ready to cry but the blow still caused my eyes to water nonetheless. I needed to get my arms and legs free, I couldn't fight him off until I was free.

He hit me again. This time it was his left fist that smashed into my right temple. I could already feel the swelling start around my eyes. I knew that my body would heal these injuries but if I couldn't see then I couldn't fight.

"Hmm, you're not that easy to make scream, or to make bleed. You must be a tough one." The man's stupid sounding words, putrid breath, and the double blows to my head was making it hard for me to concentrate at all. "I just need to put in a little more effort then, huh?" I heard the smugness in his voice mix with excitement. I think It was time for me to contemplate the fact that I won't make it out of here unscathed.

"How about this one?" The man spoke but I still had my eyes squinted shut so I didn't see the blow coming. This time his fist had landed hard against my face. I felt my cheek bone crack, my jaw splinter, and the blood begin to pour from my nose. I could also taste blood and I didn't know if it was the blood from my nose getting into my mouth or if he had caused my lip to split. Perhaps he even cut the inside of my mouth against my teeth. I couldn't tell since my whole face felt numb right now.

Still, I wasn't screaming like he wanted. I was bleeding, yes, but I wasn't screaming. He was getting more angry about that, I could tell from his growls.

"You need to scream for me, bitch. Don't you hear me? I need you to scream." I could feel where he was pressed against my body. His erection that he had been sporting at just the thought of hurting me was starting to fade. He apparently needed screaming and the blood just to perform.

"I refuse to scream for you." I could hardly make out the words even though they came out of my own mouth. I could tell that my jaw was broken and my face was severely swollen because every word I said was slurred.

"You will. You will scream for me or I will just fuck your damn corpse." He was growling and yelling at me as his fists rained down on me.

I felt him hit my head, face, and chest repeatedly. I could tell that my consciousness wasn't going to last that much longer. I was almost out. I was done for.

I didn't want this. I needed to get away, but there was no hope of that.

Why did I come out here today? Why did I let this happen to me? Why couldn't I be stronger and faster? Why did my body go weak on me and allow this to happen? Why can't I just die right now so that I didn't have to worry about who I would see when I woke up?

All these things ran through my head as I started to black out. When I was just on the verge of losing consciousness, I was in that in-between state where everything is shrouded in darkness, I thought I heard something that didn't belong to what was happening.

Was that a cat? Did they have cougars or mountain lions in this area? They probably did, given where we were.. But that sounded like one big, angry cat. Was it being drawn by the scent of my blood?