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held responsible for shit he didn’t do, but running was so hard to do. Maybe it was time. Every job he did for him was getting harder and harder to do. It was like his father had a hate on for him and was trying to push his limits. He’d met his limit for his fathers hatred, it was time to make a plan.

Jenn

     
    She heard a phone ring somewhere. That meant there was a form of communication in the house. Until she could figure out a way to get to the phone, she supposed she should just lay back and let the pain medication kick in. Then she could try to figure things out.
    She managed to relax enough to fall asleep. She was just starting to dream about those mysterious, but familiar, sexy gray eyes, when suddenly the door to the room was thrown open, and startled her awake. She shot up in the bed and looked over. A man stood there. He wasn’t the same man from earlier. This guy was bigger, taller and he didn’t have a mask on. He was built, broad and thick. He looked like a fighter. He reminded her of the sexy, famous UFC fighter, George St. Pierre, one good looking fighter. He had on a pair of tight black jeans, and a white muscle shirt. His hair was dark brown, styled in a sort of a buzz cut. He had a set of deep gray eyes, and he was grinning at her. The grin was evil looking, like he had something on his mind, and she really did not like it. His nose was sharp and slightly crooked, as if it had been broken once or twice. He had a well chiselled jaw covered with a five o’clock shadow, and he was sporting a single diamond stud in his left ear.
    “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Spoke the brute man, sending chills through her. “Looks like we have a sweet piece of ass, sitting all alone on the big ol’ bed here.” The man winked at her.
    She shivered from the fear starting to rise from deep inside. “What do you want?” She whispered, gripping the blanket tight to her chest. A sudden sweat broke out on the back of her neck, and her pulse began to accelerate.
    The man closed the door and sauntered over to the bed. “Don’t worry little thing, I won’t do anything you won’t like.” He smirked and sat on the edge of the bed.
    Jenn pushed her body as far back on the bed as it would allow her. She did not want him to touch her. He was good looking, in a scary kind of way, but the way he was leering at her didn’t sit right with her. He stared at her like a ravenous lion, and she was a piece of raw meat. She was not prepared to be his meal. “Please, don’t touch me.” She pleaded innocently. Shivers ran through her. She wasn’t sure if she had the strength to fight, but she sure would do her best to try.
    The man who was making her feel more scared by the minute smiled at her, and reached his hand forward towards her leg. “Come on now sugar, big daddy isn’t going to hurt you.” He smirked. “Unless you ask him to.” He leaned further into her and grabbed her ankle. “We’re just going to talk.” He winked.
    She kicked her leg at him.
    He laughed. He reached and grabbed again, strengthening his grip.
    “Let go of me, you big ape!” She cried out, and tried to kick him away again.
    Her struggle only seemed to urge him on, as he moved closer and reached with his other hand. He grabbed her other ankle and pulled her down the bed, removing the blankets covering her in the process.
    She screamed and started to fight him.
    Again her thoughts ran frantically, how was she going to get out of this? Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to rape her? Was he going to kill her? He was too big to fight compared to her much smaller body size, and screaming just urged him on. Fuck! The day couldn’t get any worse. She continued to struggle, kicking her legs. The man laughed as if he enjoyed the fight. She started to swing her arms, anything to get her out of the position she was in. Luck decided to be on her side, and she could hardly believe it. One of her swings actually made contact. She hit him