Fang Chronicles: Amy's Story, Page 3

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  Amy awoke, groggy and barely able to keep her eyes open, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. She gasped at the slap across her face. Gradually, her vision began to clear. Her earlier panic and horror swept through her, followed by a tightly leashed fury.

  While displaying a menacing smile, the man slowly lowered his zipper. He straightened and kicked her legs apart before stepping between them.

  Amy’s breathing accelerated as the zipper stopped its rasping descent. As he tugged at her shorts, her brain finally kicked into gear with the realization that rape was the least that could happen. This might be a fight for her life. Sudden, crippling pain in her eye stopped her cold. Shit, she hadn’t even seen his fist coming. Throbbing traveled from her eye and radiated through her head. Everything began to go dark. Barely conscious, her shorts and underwear were now dangling around one leg. All she could focus on were her shoes being hiked into the air on either side of the man’s hips. She almost laughed at the picture they presented though a lone tear trailed down her face. Just before her world completely faded, another man appeared out of thin air. Her attacker was jerked away and suspended in the air by his neck. A few minutes later he was thrown across the alley. The profile of the man standing over her was one she would never forget, even with her drugged brain barely functioning. Piercing Amber eyes stared down at her. Her last thoughts as she passed out were that even with blood smearing his face, this man was beautiful.