I can't believe we made it to 1K reads! Arghhhhhhhhhh! I refreshed the page a hundred times just to make sure Wattpad wasn't F-ing with me.
Anyway, this chapter is one of my favs and it is dedicated to anyone who has or ever will read a single word of this book! Enjoy.
Also, sorry for the sudden hiatus. I had zero motivation.

DISCLAIMER: RAPE & VIOLENCE.

AMBER BROWN.

When Amber turned back, William had somehow managed to get out of his straight jacket. His strong arms now hung freely. He lunged towards her. She stepped out of the way and rolled over the steel table to the other side of the room.

It was perhaps a dying woman's prayer to think that the table could keep him away. Her bag was on his side. She knew she had something she could use in there.

The water had managed to soak through her white cotton blouse. Her black lace bra was on full display and William could look at nothing else. He had the same hunger in his eyes that he'd had the first day they met. He was going to draw blood. Her assaulted ear burned.

There was nowhere to go. Somehow, she had to come out on top. She wasn't going to be the psychologist who was killed in a freaking asylum by her patient. How cliché?

She kicked off her heels. One landed on the table's distorted reflective surface and the other near the door. William circled towards her. Snot and tears flowed from the peppery wash. He was clearly taking his time.

"You in a crunch?" her usual deflective sarcasm failed her. Her voice was weak and clearly filled with terror. Reality could be veiled no more.

"I have all the time I need." he smiled. "Did your buddy Lee tell you about the old doc?"

"Bennet?" she was still trying to milk info. They had to find those women before it was too late.

"No. The woman."

He advanced slowly. She picked up the metal chair he liked to tilt on and held it up. It was her weapon of necessity.

"Stay the hell away from me." she tried to sound menacing. He simply laughed.

"You can either fight me, or give in to what I know you want." he stopped. "You horny bitch!"

She swang the heavy steel with all her might. Which wasn't all that considerable. William easily dodged. Her breathing was becoming increasingly laborious. He began to take off his already undone straight jacket.

Amber tried to step back but the cold wall had other plans. She observed her foe. William had a very tight physique. Though not large, his musles were well defined. Throbbing and writhing under his skin like evil constrictors.

Her bra- pushed boobs were not the only things the wash had brought to light. William's bulge protruded from his thin white linen pants.

"You wanted this? Take it!" he said.

William had lept on her before she had the time to swing her chair.

His firm grip squeezed and tugged at her wrists until she dropped the chair. Amber pushed and writhed, trying to get past him when she suddenly felt the tear of her blouse. It was cast aside like a piece of tissue. The one sleeve that remained sturdy gave her a hell of a sting as it rejected the force.

Out of instinct, she put her arms over her chest. She was hyperventilating and taking in a considerable amount of water. Suddenly, he thrust her against the hard wall and the wind was knocked out of her.

He sensed her weakness. She could see it in his eyes. Like a wolf that had just worn out it's prey. His eyes were as evil as they had ever been and that is when she began to sob. Her wails gave him all he needed.

He grabbed her by the thighs and hoisted her up to him, positioning them for a kiss. He ravenously consumed her bee stung lips. The musk of his efforts chocked Amber and she took it in.

His tongue was a master. It played a little around her teeth and then pushed into her orals. It probed and explored before coming back for air.

"No!" she said.

Her hands pushed his face into hers and a chuckled growl left his throat. She loved the taste of his mouth. So bad it felt good. So agitated and unrepenting. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

They both came back for air at a whimper or sweet expectation.
She felt his meaty piece stiffen beneath her. He was huge. She began to arch as her chasm softened in preparation. She could feel it run even with the water. As he devoured her breasts she realized something.

She was all but shivering but he didn't even have a goose pimple. It was freezing! That had to be a clue.

She lifted her arms and sent both her elbows cracking into his skull. He let out a scream and fell to his knees.

She ran to her bag but he caught her short. His strong arms were hugging her abdomen. Amber buckled and whipped but it did no good. He was hugging her from behind.

With a split second decision, she hoisted her legs far into the air and brought them back with all the strength she and gravity had.

The force was thankfully enough. She drew her head down enough to miss the table edge. William was caught off guard and banged against the steel edge.

Once again they were separated. She was shaking all over, in her head wondering why she went alone. Why she didn't tell Lee. She walked like a baby gazelle. Her ribs were sore and bruises shouted out in red and purple.

Unable to stand, she fell when she arrived at her handbag. Her shaky hand scrambled desperately to make contact. There! She could feel it. Her only way to overcome William.

Suddenly, she was off the ground. She flew full across the white room and landed in a splash. She landed seven feet away and slid a little ways more. Her back hit the East wall.

All pain was in unison and all she could do was hum the song of death. Her right shoulder was definitely busted. William's figure approached her. She rolled over and faced the wall.