Michael Malone - Weebly

if she could just keep from coming back, she would be
all right. She knew she could not make her legs run for
the door or the phone or make her voice try to talk to
him. Her mind kept sorting through, shifting
contingencies, gathering information should she need it.
No knight would come to her rescue if she screamed.
From across the hall the television kept laughing as
the flat, hollow voices pretended to be real. Cooled air
blew against her body, and shame splotched her skin.
She filled her head with the need to breathe carefully, to
breathe away the panic that might attack her heart.
With a long, slow shudder, Judith unfastened her
bra and let her arms fall. Her body stood motionless in
front of him, limp and slightly shivering. Then the gun's
coldness and the sticky heat of his hands started to
move all over her, his fingers pulled at her breasts.
She felt herself coming back and she fought against
it, panting faster and making herself listen to the sound
of her breath, not his. Fingers kneaded her skin, one
pushed inside her, twisting. She was sweating, even in
the mechanically cold air. Then she could feel his organ
jerking between her legs. Nausea uncontrollable