Schoolgirl rape -6

The tables are turned on dex as Charlize successfully escapes

I slammed the locker shut, the hollow bang echoing through the terminal like a funeral bell. My mind was a fever dream of bus schedules and blood. She was here. She was slipping through my fingers, and the thought made my vision blur with a red, vibrating heat.
"You're too late, Dex."
The voice was low, raspy, and came from the entrance to the maintenance stairwell. I spun around, my hand instinctively reaching for the heavy wrench in my pocket.
It was Leo. He was leaning against the heavy steel door, his face a map of the beating I’d given him, swollen eyes, a split lip, dried blood matting his hair. But he was smiling. A jagged, ugly grin that made my skin crawl.
"Where is she?" I snarled, taking a predatory step toward him. "Where’s the girl, Leo? Give me the ticket and maybe I’ll let you crawl out of here."
Leo didn't flinch. He pushed off the wall, standing tall despite his injuries. "She’s gone, Dex. Somewhere you can’t reach. Somewhere clean." He glanced toward the parking lot, his grin widening. "And don't bother waiting for your driver. I took care of that errand boy of yours."
My heart skipped a beat. "What did you do to Darian?"
Leo’s eyes turned cold, a flickering hatred burning in the depths of his pupils. "That rapist scum got exactly what he deserved," he spat, the words dripping with a satisfied venom. "I left him in the front seat of that filthy van to rot in his own shame. He won't be holding anyone down ever again."
The world tilted. Darian was gone. My tool, my only witness, dead. A white hot, blinding fury erupted in my gut. I didn't think; I lunged. I wanted to feel Leo’s throat collapse under my hands.
"I’ll kill you!" I roared.
Leo didn't fight. He turned and ducked through the service door, his footsteps clattering down the concrete stairs. I followed him, driven by a madness that drowned out every warning sign. I burst through the door and into the stairwell, the air turning cold and smelling of industrial grease and damp earth.
"Leo!"
I could hear him below me, his boots hitting the metal risers. He was leading me into the bowels of the station, into the labyrinth of pipes and shadows where the travelers never went. We hit the bottom floor, a long, narrow maintenance tunnel lit by a single, buzzing yellow bulb.
Leo stopped twenty feet ahead, standing next to a massive steam pipe. He turned to face me, breathing hard, his bruised face illuminated by the sickly light.
"This is it, Dex," he whispered. "The end of the line."
"You're damn right it is," I hissed, pulling the wrench from my pocket. I started toward him, my shadow stretching out long and monstrous on the wet concrete. "I'm going to take my time with you. And then I'm going to find her, and I'm going to make her watch what's left of you"
I didn't hear the movement behind me. I didn't see the shadow detach itself from the darkness of a side alcove.
I felt a sudden, violent rush of air, and then a heavy, solid weight smashed into the back of my skull. It wasn't a dull thud; it was an explosion of white light that seemed to shatter my very soul.
My knees hit the concrete, but I felt like I was falling through the floor, plunging into a bottomless pit. My grip on the wrench loosened, the metal clattering uselessly away. I tried to look up, to see who had delivered the blow, but my neck wouldn't work. My vision began to narrow, the edges of the tunnel curling in like burnt paper.
The last thing I saw was Leo walking toward me, his face fading into the gloom.
"Sleep tight, Dex," he said.
Then the yellow light flickered out, and everything went black.

The world came back in pieces. First, a dull, rhythmic throbbing at the base of my skull, a drummer playing a solo with my brain stem as the drum. Then the smell. Damp earth, rust, and something foul, like old grease and rot. Concrete. Cold, hard, and unforgiving against my cheek.

My eyes fluttered open to a single, jaundiced point of light hanging from a wire far above. It cast long, dancing shadows that made the narrow maintenance tunnel feel like it was breathing around me. I tried to push myself up, but my arms wouldn't obey. Panic, cold and sharp, shot through me. I looked down. Rope. Rough, scratchy rope bit into my wrists, binding them tight behind my back. My ankles were trussed the same way. Duct tape, sticky and vile, was plastered over my mouth, sealing my breaths to frustrated grunts.

And then I saw him.

Leo. Sitting on an overturned bucket like he owned the damn place, a smug, self-satisfied grin splitting his bruised face. He'd cleaned up a bit, but the evidence of our last encounter was still there, a purpling bruise along his jaw, the scabbed-over split in his lip.

"Morning, sunshine," he chirped, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "Or should I say evening? We've got a lot to talk about."

Rage, pure and undiluted, flooded my veins. I thrashed against the ropes, the coarse fibers digging into my skin, but it was useless. I was a fish on a line, and he was the sadistic bastard holding the pole.

"You're probably wondering where Charlize is," he continued, his tone casual, like we were discussing the weather. "Well, it doesnt matter were she is but she's safe now. Completely safe from you and her rapist brother."

Darian. The name was a physical blow. I saw red, a haze of murderous fury that clouded my vision. I lunged forward with a guttural scream, but the ropes held fast, and I only succeeded in sprawling onto my side, the impact sending fresh waves of pain through my skull.

Leo just watched me, his smile unwavering. He stood up and began to pace, his boots scuffing on the wet concrete. "You know, Dex, I've been thinking a lot about Charlize lately. About how special she is. How pure. And I've decided that I'm going to be the one to show her what real pleasure feels like."

My blood ran cold. Every muscle in my body went rigid. No. No, you son of a bitch.

He leaned in, his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was somehow worse than a shout. "While you rot down here in the dark, I'm going to be finding Charlize. And when I do, I'm going to take my time with her. I'm going to explore every inch of her body with my hands, my tongue, my cock. I'm going to make her scream my name until she forgets yours ever existed."

I bucked and heaved, a muffled roar of pure animal hatred tearing from my throat. The image he was painting was a knife twisting in my gut. Charlize. My Charlize. In the hands of this monster.

"Oh yes," he continued, savoring every word, his eyes gleaming with a perverse light. "I'll start slow, of course. Gentle kisses, soft caresses. Build her up until she's begging for more. And then... then I'll give her everything she's been missing. Everything you could never provide."

He stood and walked a few paces away, giving me space to burn in my own personal hell. "I'll spread her legs wide and bury my face between them until she's shaking uncontrollably. I'll lap up her juices like a man dying of thirst. And when she's dripping wet and desperate for me, I'll slide into her, inch by glorious inch."

I was going to kill him. I didn't care how long it took. I didn't care if I had to chew through my own wrists to do it. I was going to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze the life from him, slowly, while I whispered every detail of the agony he was about to experience.

"I'll fuck her in ways you've only dreamed of, Dex," he said, turning back to me, crouching down so we were eye to eye. "From behind, with her hair wrapped around my fist. With her legs over my shoulders, pounding into her until she sees stars. I'll make her come so many times she loses count, until her body is limp with satisfaction and her mind is wiped clean of any memory of you."

The words were poison, seeping into my mind, contaminating every memory I had of her. I could see it. I could see his hands on her, his mouth on her. The vision was so vivid, so real, that a strangled sob escaped my taped mouth.

He stood up, stretching as if he'd just completed a satisfying day's work. "And the best part? She'll want it. She'll beg for it. Because unlike you, I know how to treat a woman. How to make her feel cherished and desired, even while I'm dominating her completely."

He started walking toward the stairs, his back to me. "Don't worry, Dex. Once shes at the place ive arranged for her im co.ing back for you and you will pay."

I watched him go, my body trembling with a rage so profound it felt like it might tear me apart from the inside. The sound of his boots on the metal stairs was the only sound besides my own ragged breathing. Then, a heavy metal door slammed shut, and I was plunged into a deeper darkness, the single yellow bulb the only star in my personal hell.

I was alone. Bound. Helpless.

And Leo was going for Charlize.