Part 250 (2/2)

would be punished this time, in a way she would never forget.

Emma heard someone pleading, begging, promising. She wasn't aware it

was her own voice. She hardly felt the blows as he continued to beat

her. This time he used his fists, forgetting everything but the need to

pay her back.

”Did you think you could walk out on me, b.i.t.c.h? Did you think I'd let

you ruin everything I worked for? I'll kill you first.”

Her body was a jelly of pain. Even the effort to breathe cut through

her like dozens of dull-edged knives. It had never been this bad

before. Even at its worst, it had never been this bad. Groggy, she

grabbed a chair leg and tried to haul herself up. Wet with her own

blood, her fingers slipped off.

She stopped fighting. There was no strength left to hold him off. She

felt him lift her, then send her flying. Something snapped in her chest

and she screamed again against the sickening pain. Half conscious, she

lay sprawled.

”b.i.t.c.h. Wh.o.r.e b.i.t.c.h.” He was panting as he started for her again. Dimly

she saw that blood was running from his nose. His eyes were glazed and

wild. She knew, looking at his face, that he had crossed some line.

This time a beating wouldn't be enough. He would pound on her until she

was dead. Weeping, she tried to crawl.

The snap of his belt made her flinch. Her sobs rose up into walls as

she pulled herself across the rug. He continued to snap the belt, snap

it to the beat of the music as he stalked her. She collapsed. The jolt

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