âHelp! Someone help me!â Raegan cried out in panic.
Her fingers clawed at the carpet so fiercely that she drew blood from her nails.
âQuiet!â Cary yelled as he gave her a brutal kick.
âI swear, if you utter another word, Iâll kill you! Be silent!â
Raegan clutched her aching waist, but she didnât stop her cries for help.
Cary, in his agitation, seized her hair and tried to force her face down into the couch cushion.
The sensation was excruciating as if Raeganâs scalp was being ripped off.
The agony of her hair being yanked out brought tears to her eyes.
But this pain somehow sharpened her thoughts, making her more aware of her surroundings.
Through her tears, Raegan begged softly, âMr.
Blake, please, I wonât resist.
Just donât harm me.
Iâll follow your ordersâ¦â
At that moment, Raeganâs face was flushed.
Her eyelashes were damp and quivering.
This made her look pitiable yet endearing.
Overcome by his desires, Cary started fumbling with his belt and his mouth spewed crude remarks non-stop.
âOh, my dear, if only youâd complied earlier, I wouldâve given you everything you wanted,â he taunted.
Cary leaned forward.
He licked his greasy lips and his eyes gleamed wickedly.
This sight made Raegan feel sick.
Realizing she had just one shot, and her strength was limited to this single attempt, Raegan acted swiftly.
She deftly pulled out something hidden behind her neck.
Suddenly, a jet of liquid sprayed from the tiny bottle in her hand, hitting Cary directly in the eyes.
âAh! My eyes!â Cary thrashed around wildly.
His fists swung in all directions as he screamed like a madman, âYou bitch! What on earth did you spray in my eyes? Damn it!â
Raegan felt fortunate she always carried pepper spray in her bag and had another bottle around her neck for emergencies.
She felt grateful for her foresight.
She narrowly avoided Caryâs wild punches by ducking.
Then, seizing the moment, she kicked him, sending him tumbling off the couch.
Cary lay on the floor, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain.
His curses and moans filled the air.
âf@ck! Iâll kill you!â
Mustering all her energy, Raegan crawled and scrambled toward the door.
With a burst of strength, she lifted a chair and smashed it against the door lock.
âThud!â The sound echoed as the chair made contact.
The door remained stubbornly shut after her first attempt.
Meanwhile, Cary regained some semblance of clarity, and muttered continuous threats, âIâll kill you!â
The gravity of her predicament became even clearer to Raegan.
In a bid to maintain focus, Raegan sharply slapped her own face, jolting herself back to the urgent task at hand.
She grabbed the chair again and relentlessly hit the lock.
This time, her efforts paid off.
After two forceful hits, the door swung open.
But Cary, still clutching his stomach, had managed to creep up behind Raegan.