Free New Title 7 by Emma Clark Page B

break you."
    "Stop acting crazy!" 
    "Okay then, let's make a game of this. I'll give you about twenty seconds to get out of my house, but then I'm coming after you."
    "I can't."
    "Twenty seconds starting. Right. Now."
    "Brandon!"
    "Nineteen seconds before I kill you. Eighteen seconds before I cut you. Seventeen seconds before I slit you." He licked his lips in a seductive manner.
    "It's not enough time!"
    "Fifteen-and-a-half seconds, Mia. Better hurry or I'll give you my special brand of punishment." He pulled on two sides of his waistband, tied a knot so his pants wouldn't ride down.
    Frantic, I glanced beyond the doorway.
    Oh god. God god god god. Please.
    "Mia," he chastised, arching an eyebrow and leaning in. "Twelve more seconds to go. Better hurry. I told you Daddy Brandon will be coming to get you."
    I couldn't move, and the seconds were ticking as he was happy to remind me. I fidgeted, glanced here, there and going out of my mind. 
    "Mia, only six more seconds."
    I ran.
    "Five seconds!" he shouted. 
    My feet pounded the stairs and I burst through the door and flew through the hallway. I blinked, tears blurring my view.
    "I'm coming," Brandon warned as I passed the living room. His banging footsteps drew near, long legs giving him the advantage.
    I simply stood at the front door, waiting. It was too late.
    He already had me.
    "Mia." His hot breath caressed my neck. He tugged me against him and I lost my balance.
    I scrambled while face-down, tried to crawl but he seized my arms and wound them behind my back. Pinioning my wrists with one hand, he situated his thighs between mine.
    When I thrashed to fight him off, his fist drilled my thigh, stopping me cold.
    Brandon put all his weight down and his body smashed my backside like a steel slab. Slipping a forearm under my stomach, he lifted and adjusted my ass so it aligned with his erection.
    His cock slammed into my vagina, punishing as he gulped in air.
    "You wanna fuck me over?" Brandon's blunt, unforgiving weapon impaled and tore my insides. "Fine, I'll play that game. I'll fuck you too. I'll hurt you, punish you till you understand... understand that I own you . And I hereby stake my claim ... I am your goddamn master and you will obey accordingly... or suffer the goddamn consequences ."
    Jesus . He's out of his mind. There's no way I'll get out of this alive.
    Cool sweat saturated my forehead. Blinding pain radiated with each slam. Bristly carpet wedged to my mouth, nose and burned as he bucked.
    " Told you, warned you. Warned you. Told you ..." He jolted and filled me with surging warmth. " Ohhh, oh, oh, fuck ."
    "Fuck you, Brandon."
    Massive pressure diminished as he withdrew, clenched my shoulder to whirl me about. Spasms shot through my arm.
    " What did you say to me?" he asked.
    "You heard me, motherfucker. You crazy piece of shit cock sucker ." I nearly spit in his face as my entire being flamed with rage.
    He fell silent.
    "Yeah, that's right Brandon. Fuck you, you crazy motherfucker. Fuck— you ." I screeched the you so loudly that he recoiled.
    "Kiss your life good-bye, bitch. You're fixin' to be dead." He retreated only to return with a switchblade.
    I hoisted myself to a sitting position, hoping my brave front wouldn't crumble. He crouched, grabbed the back of my hair while thrusting the blade to my throat. I flinched from the stinging razor.
    I'm so over it . I wanted this to end, no longer cared how it would end. My thirty days of hell were over. One way or another.
    "Do it, motherfucker. C—cut me. I'm ready to die." My teeth chattered as sharp steel nicked my flesh, blade trembling with Brandon's hand. He didn't make a move.
    "For Christ's sake just do it!" I wept, whimpered, begged him.
    He didn't. He wouldn't.
    It was my final chance so I took it. We wrestled to the floor where he gained control, straddling me. I gathered all my strength to steal the knife but he easily worked against me, pulling when I pulled, chortling gleefully and taunting