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  “Please don’t. I have money. I could pay you anything you want. Just please―”

  He slapped her hard. Pain slammed through Trisha as it exploded from her cheek to her jaw. She groaned. Agony tore through her shoulders as her knees collapsed under her. She fought blackness and won. The world spun though and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She settled her weight back onto her feet.

  Hands were on her chest. The asshole yanked her shirt up and over her head. He snagged it on the back of her neck where it would stay hooked away from her chest. He couldn’t remove it without untying her or cutting it all the way off her body. Her hands were bound too tightly to break free when she frantically tried to do just that. The shirt did move as she fought and some of the material slid forward, along the back of her head when she lowered it to her chin. Bill cursed and gripped her shirt again to bunch it behind her neck to keep it up. Hands gripped the front of her bra and he yanked hard, causing material to tear. He shoved the cups aside.

  “You look better than my wife ever did before the bitch had six kids.” He gripped her waist painfully. “I bet you’re fucking tight too. You don’t have any stretch marks. You haven’t had any kids. I can tell by your tits.”

  The dizziness receded. Trisha slowly recovered from the blow. She spit blood at him. He would rape her anyway. “Fuck you, asshole.”

  He grabbed her throat. Trisha could only stare at him in horror as his hand squeezed her neck painfully. He looked absolutely livid as he moved closer until they were almost nose to nose.

  “You think you’re too good for me, little girl? You think you can call me names? I bet you’re wishing you had held your tongue about now.” He took deep breaths. “Want air? It’s good. You’re turning blue, bitch.” His hand released her.

  Trisha gasped in air and choked. She stared at him as he reached down and slowly unbuttoned his pants. He nodded at her and then dropped them to his ankles to reveal he wore tighty-whities. He gripped them and shoved them down to his ankles. He grabbed his protruding dick with his fist and slowly jerked on it. Disgust welled up in Trisha.

  “See what you’re going to get, little girl? I’m going to know every hole in you. Every one. You think you can call me names with that mouth? Try to call me names when I’m shoved down your fucking throat, bitch.”

  “I’d rather die. Just kill me!” she screamed at him. “You’re a fucking loser. You’re nothing but a fucking asshole rapist.” She hoped he’d snap and kill her. She’d rather die than live through him touching her. “And that’s fucking pathetic by the way. I’m a doctor and I’ve seen a lot of them,” she taunted him. “Pathetic!” she screamed.

  His face turned red and he roared out in rage as he lunged forward. Trisha tensed as he charged and could only throw her back against the tree while she attempted to kick both feet out at him. Her shoulders and wrists screamed in pain but her feet hit him. Pain shot up both of her legs as she made contact with his body. She’d been aiming for his groin but instead she hit him in his upper thighs.

  The enraged man didn’t fall but he did stumble back about four feet, nearly tripped on his pants around his ankles, but remained on his feet.

  “You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “You want to play rough? You think you can try to kick me in the nuts and not pay for that? I’m going to hurt you so bad you beg me to kill you and then I’m going to.”

  He charged at her again. She saw him raise a fist and knew she couldn’t avoid it. Her last thought was that he might hurt her enough to knock her out so she wasn’t aware when he raped her. If I survive. She doubted she would. She just didn’t want to be conscious when he hurt and killed her.

  Chapter Eight

  The blow never landed. Trisha saw something large and fast slam into the advancing man just inches from her body. She jerked her head to gape at Slade, who was now on top of the half-naked man. Both men rolled and they leaped apart.

  “Slade,” Trisha sobbed.

  “Kind of busy, Doc.” He didn’t look at her. “You all right? Did he rape you?” He snarled the words, obviously enraged.

  “He was about to.” Tears fell freely down Trisha’s cheeks and a sob caught in her throat. Slade had come after her.

  “Fucking animal,” Bill spat. He yanked up his underwear and pants, which had been caught around his ankles.

  “You’re calling me an animal?” Slade snarled. “That’s fucking rich coming from a lowlife woman-beating rapist. Want to call me an inbred, idiot asshole too since you seem to want to call me the names that fit you better?”

  Bill pulled a small knife from his left boot and waved it between his body and Slade. “So you came after the little girl, did you? Is she your master or something, Fido?”

  “I guess that makes you a really sick bastard if you think she’s a little girl.”

  “I’m going to cut off your head and hang it over my mantel,” Bill taunted. “Come at me, Fido. I’ll just gut you a bit first if you’re lucky and make you watch me fuck her to see how humans do it.”

  Slade laughed. “Like you know how to be human? And that isn’t fucking, shit for brains. It’s called rape. The only one who needs a lesson is you. And not to change the subject but Doc is right. The last time I saw something that size I was about eight years old when I was looking down. You’re fucking pathetic. No wonder you have to tie women to trees and force yourself on them. A woman not restrained would laugh her ass off if you pulled out that little dinky thing. Did you stop growing when you were eight? I sure as hell didn’t. I’m bigger than that soft and sitting in cold water.”

  “At least I can have kids,” Bill yelled. “You’re shooting blanks, animal. We laugh about that all the time. All we got to do is wait around for you animal fuckers to die off.”

  “You think so?” Slade’s eyes narrowed. “We may not be able to breed children but we do know how to treat women.”

  He fought the rage inside him. The human had touched Trisha, stripped her body, bared it to view, and the scent of her blood hung in the air. He refused to look at her, knowing he’d go insane if he actually saw any real damage to her. He needed to keep his head. He wanted the bastard to suffer. He’d just rip the son of a bitch apart if he didn’t calm down. He’d die too fast.

  Bill waved the knife again. “We’re hoping your life span is that of a pathetic dog. That’s what you are, isn’t it, animal? You don’t got the pussy eyes I saw on the television from the pet you put before the news cameras.”

  “Yeah,” Slade growled. “I’m canine.” He flashed his sharp teeth. “I’m going to outlive you.”

  “None of you are going to survive long.” Bill backed up a little and switched hands with his knife and wiggled his fingers to motion Slade to come at him. “We’re going to hunt every single one of you down. You’re going to be sport. We’d have to just bomb you fuckers if you were able to breed before you can create puppies.” His gaze slid to Trisha for an instant and then he smirked. “You think she wants you? Think human women would want someone shooting blanks, rutting on them?”

  “At least I have the equipment to please a woman,” Slade growled at him. “You might have the ability to breed children but all you’d passed down is your ignorance and tiny dick.”

  “I’m going to leave you bleeding on the ground to watch me fuck her and show you how a woman likes it from a real man. I’m going to have something you can only dream about.”

  Slade’s anger boiled but he kept a tight hold on it. The urge to make him suffer diminished quickly, more in favor of just killing the human. He flashed his teeth again, wanting the human to come at him. It would give him the advantage he needed.

  “She’s already mine. She knows what it’s like to have a real male inside her and she wanted me to fuck her.” He smiled coldly. “I didn’t have to tie her up and she didn’t call me pathetic. She belongs to me.”

  An enraged yell came from Bill and he lunged with the knife. Slade dodged the plunging, sharp blade. He threw his arm o