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it.”
    “Please, Shane …” My hands pushed at his bony hips.
    “Kiss it, bitch!” he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head towards the glistening, purple tip.
    My tightly shut lips brushed against the disgusting, sticky head of his penis.
    “Again,” he said, thrusting towards my mouth.
    I pushed at his hips with all my might, yet my strength had gone. My arms shook with sheer effort. I considered biting his dick, but the thought made me gag.
    Tears streamed down my cheeks. My eyes squeezed tight shut, trying to block out what was happening.
    “Suck it—suck it!” his voice came out in short gasps. I thought he was close to ejaculating. “Suck it!” He pulled my hair so hard I heard it snapping out at the roots. “Suck!”
    My lips parted and he thrust himself into my mouth. My garbled cries seemed to excite him all the more as he bucked his pelvis towards my face. I retched at every thrust.
    Suddenly he pulled himself away, grabbing me by the hair again he dragged me into a horizontal position on the sofa, tearing the flimsy straps of my slip. He ripped the rest away in one tug.
    “Shane!” My voice close to hysterical.
    “Delicious,” he said as he glanced at my naked body. “A bit skinny, but fucking delicious.”
    He put one leg up on the seat and stared down at me. Gripping the shaft of his penis, he yanked at it several times, his testicles bouncing obscenely above my face.
    I thought I might pass out. The room spun and sounds echoed reminding me of the swimming baths I went to as a kid in Manchester.
    He put his leg down. His jeans were bunched around the other ankle and he kicked them off. Then he grabbed at my breast and squeezed it roughly before climbing on top of me, shoving his knee in between my legs.
    I could feel him pushing his penis at the top of my thighs.
    He re-positioned himself and found his target.
    I cried out loud, biting my bottom lip as he thrust himself into me.
    Hardly breathing, eyes shut tight. I couldn’t escape, so I would have to let him finish, which by the sound of his grunts, shouldn’t be too far off.
    His thrusts became more frenzied and erratic. He ejaculated half inside me and the rest in a puddle on my stomach.
    A white hot pain tore through me as Shane sunk his teeth into my breast. I couldn’t hold back any longer, the intense pain was too much to bear and a scream belted from me.
    All of a sudden the snug door burst open and Frank stood in the doorway with his walking stick raised above his head. He moved faster than I’d seen him do in years. The stick connected with Shane’s head with a deafening crack.
    Shane didn’t seem at all fazed by the attack.
    He pushed himself off me in one fluid movement and backhanded Frank, sending him flying to the ground.
    Frank didn’t move. He lay on his back with half of his broken walking stick still in his hand.
    I looked for the other half and found it on the floor at my feet.
    Shane jumped on top of Frank blocking my view. All I could see was Shane’s bony, bare arse in the air, thin legs ending with grimy white socks and grubby trainers. But the sound was unmistakable as Shane’s fists made sickening contact with Frank’s face.
    Without thinking, I snatched up the jagged, wooden stick and launched myself towards them, thrusting the tip into the middle of Shane’s back with all my might.
    Shane let out a blood-curdling scream.
    He tried to reach behind his back as he writhed around on the floor, but to no avail. His dark grey t-shirt had an even darker stain surrounding the protruding stick.
    I grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him backwards. The stick thrust even deeper into him as he hit the polished wooden floor.
    On automatic pilot now, I ran to the kitchen and got a packet of cable ties from under the sink, a towel and a dining chair.
    When I returned, both Frank and Shane were as I’d left them.
    Tapping into an energy source I didn’t know I possessed, I had Shane tied like a trussed chicken