His Dirty Massage Secret - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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With one quick motion, I pulled the ribbon from my hair and looped it around her throat. My free hand released its grip on her hair to grab the other end, pulling tight with every ounce of strength I had.
She gagged violently, her back arching as her fingers scrambled at the silken noose. I watched as her movements grew sluggish, then ceased altogether. When her body finally slumped to the floor, I didn't hesitate—I sprinted for the door.
My pulse roared in my ears as my hand found the doorknob. Freedom was inches away when the hairs on my neck stood up. I yanked my hand back just in time—a shattered vase exploded against the doorframe where my head had been.
Gwendolyn came at me like a rabid animal, eyes bloodshot with rage. We went down hard, her massive frame crushing me beneath her. Her fists pounded into me like hammers.
"You stupid little bitch!" she screamed, spittle flying. "Playing dead was the only way to stop you! First my husband, now me? What did we ever do to deserve this?"
At over two hundred pounds, she might as well have been a boulder. No amount of thrashing could dislodge her.
"You're disgusting," she hissed. "Not even human. You don't understand basic decency!"
Between blows, I thought of my baby. Would they recognize me with my face battered beyond recognition? Please, stay safe wherever you are.
The hopelessness threatened to swallow me whole.
Then I saw them—small sewing scissors glinting beneath the cabinet. I stopped resisting, letting her punches land as I played possum.
"I'll beat the life out of you!" she shrieked. "Ungrateful gutter trash! We gave you everything!"
Eventually her arms grew tired. With a final kick to my ribs, she staggered up. "This isn't over," she panted.
The second her back turned, I lunged for the scissors. The cold metal felt like salvation in my palm.
Gwendolyn whirled around, finger jabbing at me. "Touch me and you'll lose everything you pathetic—"
"You can chain me, rape me, break me," I whispered. "But when I fight back, suddenly I'm the monster?"
Her laugh was ugly. "The world's simple, sweetheart. Money means power. We have it—you don't. Know your place."
Know my place?
Not today. Not ever again.
She gagged violently, her back arching as her fingers scrambled at the silken noose. I watched as her movements grew sluggish, then ceased altogether. When her body finally slumped to the floor, I didn't hesitate—I sprinted for the door.
My pulse roared in my ears as my hand found the doorknob. Freedom was inches away when the hairs on my neck stood up. I yanked my hand back just in time—a shattered vase exploded against the doorframe where my head had been.
Gwendolyn came at me like a rabid animal, eyes bloodshot with rage. We went down hard, her massive frame crushing me beneath her. Her fists pounded into me like hammers.
"You stupid little bitch!" she screamed, spittle flying. "Playing dead was the only way to stop you! First my husband, now me? What did we ever do to deserve this?"
At over two hundred pounds, she might as well have been a boulder. No amount of thrashing could dislodge her.
"You're disgusting," she hissed. "Not even human. You don't understand basic decency!"
Between blows, I thought of my baby. Would they recognize me with my face battered beyond recognition? Please, stay safe wherever you are.
The hopelessness threatened to swallow me whole.
Then I saw them—small sewing scissors glinting beneath the cabinet. I stopped resisting, letting her punches land as I played possum.
"I'll beat the life out of you!" she shrieked. "Ungrateful gutter trash! We gave you everything!"
Eventually her arms grew tired. With a final kick to my ribs, she staggered up. "This isn't over," she panted.
The second her back turned, I lunged for the scissors. The cold metal felt like salvation in my palm.
Gwendolyn whirled around, finger jabbing at me. "Touch me and you'll lose everything you pathetic—"
"You can chain me, rape me, break me," I whispered. "But when I fight back, suddenly I'm the monster?"
Her laugh was ugly. "The world's simple, sweetheart. Money means power. We have it—you don't. Know your place."
Know my place?
Not today. Not ever again.
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