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Blood drips slowly from her swollen cherry lips as she looks up from the floor where she lay.
An evil smile crosses her face not quite reaching her red flaked green eyes.
He knew how to hit a woman. He must of done this many times before, but had he ever crossed a woman that knew how to take a hit? She thought this over in her mind as he came in closer, no doubt to strike her yet again.
She dared not to flinch away, she would not show weakness to this animal. She licked the droplets of blood off her split lip and savored the taste.
Something within her came alive at that moment, something that had lain dormant in her for so many years. A darkness so twisted, so sick that even the most vile of men would condemn her as insane.
The stranger had plans, she could see it in his stance. He stood over her, his legs spread the width of his shoulders.
Yes, he had come here to make her another victim. He would take her against her will, if she couldn’t stop him.
He reached out his hand, grasping her hair, wrenching her to a standing position. As he snarled into her ear some words she couldn’t comprehend over the putrid smell of liquor the filled all her senses.
She wanted to strike at him then. To rip and tear out his eyes from their sockets,but patience was key. She had to allow him the false sence of having the upper hand.
He hit her backhanded across the cheekbone causing a shear of pain to go crushing across her skull. She stayed silent.
He spun words of hatred around her as he pushed her against the wall of the dim dank room. Her skin touching the wet cold feel of what appeared to be concrete.
Her mind had drifted, back to another place and time, when her father would come home drunk and this wouldn’t be much different than her childhood memories.
That was then, however, and things had changed when her father had “accidentally” fallen from the roof. She had been helping him clean the gutters that day. Such a sickening sound his head had made when it hit the sidewalk. Kind of like a melon dropping onto pavement on a hot summer day. That sucking, popping, splat sound.
She smiled, and the rather large man struck her harder, ripping her dress in the same motion. Blood covered her chest, the iron smell mixing with liquor, sweat and a hit of mildew.
It wasn’t until he started to grop at he breast that reality seemed to take hold. This man was touching her like he had all the right in the world. He would have to pay, and pay dearly he would.
Looking around the room she saw nothing to aid her in her escape. She had only one options, and the evil gleamed in her eyes once again.
She began to laugh spewing blood from her badly damaged mouth, as the man took this as encouragement, he began moving his way around her body.
She looked at his exposed neck and grinned wickedly, and with one fluent motion she bit into his neck ripping at his jugular vein with every ounce of rage, hate, anger and passion that she could muster from within her beaten body.
The man was completely taken by surprise. He stumbled and grabbed at his gushing wound, in a faint hope of stopping the blood flow.
She saw his desperation and attached once again, knocking him to his back. She climbed on top of him pushing his hands away and again she ripped into his neck with animalistic vengeance. Pieces of flesh hung from her mouth as she dangled the fresh meat above the mans face.
Blood went from a gush to a stream before finally the light vanished from the mans eyes and he laid motionless, dead.
She laughed, got up and walked out into the night as if nothing had ever happened.