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 f**king rich coming from a lowlife woman-beating ra**st. Want to call me an inbred, idiot ass**le 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 f**k her to see how humans do it.”

Slade laughed. “Like you know how to be human? And that isn’t f**king, 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 f**king 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 f**kers 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 pu**y 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 f**kers 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 out and Bill screamed. A loud pop sounded. The knife dropped and Bill screamed again, jumping away.

Slade had hit Bill’s knife-wielding arm hard enough to break it. Slade smiled, showing sharp teeth, and then he closed the distance. He grabbed Bill’s shirt and hauled back his fist and punched him in the nose. The human yelled as blood poured from his face while he stared in horror at Slade.

“This is for hitting my woman,” Slade growled. “You’re going to know pain and suffering before I’m done with you. You never should have touched her. For every second of her pain, you will know it as well.” He snarled. “And then you will die.”

“No,” Bill gasped, his terror showing in his wide eyes and bloodied face.