This chapter is pretty dark and intense.

I listened to this song (Faouzia [cover] - Slow Dancing in A Burning Room) and cried while writing this chapter.

(Mature content)

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This day at work was very intense. A dear colleague of mine got fired because she embezzled money from the company. She was always so nice, I feel terrible for her, but she did it to herself.

I still have a ton of shit to finish this week and I am not able to do that in one night as I had planned. 

I'm a terrible planner. I don't think I ever owned an agenda. My dad once scolded me back in college because my whole planning system was sticking post-its on my wall with the deadline on it.

'You need to plan your shit, Elizabeth!' He yelled at me while pulling the post-its off my wall.

'I am planning my shit dad! Stop ruining it!' I grabbed the post-its out of his hand. 'I had everything stuck to the wall in chronological order!'

'Bravo! Great system!' He walked out of my room and closed the door with a lot of noise.

I chuckle at the memory while putting files in my bag. I still haven't changed. Lucifer will meet me in the parking garage in twenty minutes to bring me some of my dad's old files I might be able to use in my next trial.

I walk out of the building to the garage and open my car. My stilettos echo through the big, empty garage.

I'm putting my stuff inside the car and hum a song of Shawn's sister who just dropped a new album. 

When I close the trunk I feel someone pushing me onto the car. My chest is pressed down on the trunk of my car. I don't do anything. I need to find out what the fuck is happening.

I feel that the person holding me down is a man and when I look into the glass of the back window of my car I see a very strongly built man I don't recognize in the reflection.

'Ehm.' I clear my throat. 'Who the fuck are you?' I ask, trying to turn around.

The man pushes me harder on my car, squeezing all the air out of my lungs. God, he's strong. I swear to god if there is just one scratch on my car I will sue his ass.

'I told you this wasn't over yet.' I hear Bakker's voice echo through the garage.

'So what? What are you going to do? Torture me? Because I fired you?' I rest my head on my car for a moment. 'Awh, baby boy, did I shatter your big misplaced ego?' I laugh.

'You got a big mouth for someone in your position.' Bakker says.

'Tell him to let me go and we'll see what I can do with my fists.' I growl at him.

'Move to the side a little. Whatever happens. Don't. Let. Her. Go.' Bakker says to the big man.

I watch every move Bakker makes in the window of my car. I see him unbuckle his belt before he starts to pull at my pants. 

No. He's not going to do this. 

Tears start to sting my eyes. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening.

I scream and try to pry my wrists away from the strong man's grip.

'How can you let him do this to me?!' I scream at the man holding me down.

He doesn't respond. He doesn't even look at me.

Bakker removes my pants and my ass is now visible to him.

'If I can't have you, nobody can. Now every time you're with Shawn, you'll think of me.'

I feel his tip touching my ass as he touches my back with his hands. I close my eyes, not knowing what to do. I feel his tip pressing at my opening through my panties. He moves his fingers under my panties and pulls them to the side, running his fingers up and down my opening. 

'Aren't you going to beg for mercy?' Bakker says with a smile in his voice.

'I don't want mercy. I want to see blood coming out of your eyes.'

I feel his fingers and I close my eyes, pretending this is not happening. 

I try to think of Shawn. If I just pretend it's him, everything will turn out alright. 

I try to think of Shawn, closing my eyes over and over again, but it doesn't work. It's not him. I know it's not him! 

It's Bakker and all I want to do is vomit at his touch. I scream again, tears start rolling down my cheeks and visions of my mum flash in front of my eyes.

"Do not underestimate the power of shoes Beth, heels are a pretty good weapon." My mum's words ring in my ears.

I'm wearing stilettos. 

I am wearing stilettos. 

I already gave up and was about to let Bakker do what he wants to do just to get it over with. 

God, not getting into fights anymore made me soft. When I was younger I would have never given up this easily.

'Wait.' I say. 

'My brother will arrive within two minutes.' I tell Bakker, trying to control my shaky voice.

As expected he turns around to take a look around the garage and takes a step back.

This is my moment.

I lift my leg and kick him between his legs as hard as I can, pushing the heel into his flesh. I hope my heel hits the right spot and seconds later I feel something snap and hearing Bakker scream tells me I was right.

I try to move away from the man's grip again and notice that his arm is very close to my face. I turn my head and bite in his arm as hard as I can. 

Shawn is right, my teeth are pretty sharp. 

I taste blood in my mouth and he finally lets go of my arms. I stand up and punch him in the throat, making him choke as he holds his bloody arm with his other hand. The man tries to punch me but I dodge his punch easily, he's clearly not a fighter...

I grab his fist and turn his arm until I dislocate his arm from his shoulder. He screams and my fist lands on his nose, making him scream again. 

The adrenaline starts coursing through my veins when I feel his bone break because of my punch. I can't help but smile like a psychopath.

'Not so tough now, are you?'

I knee him between his legs and he falls to the ground while moaning from all the pain. 

When I see him squirming on the ground I spit on him before wiping the blood away from my mouth. Fuck! That's disgusting.

I lift my pants and close the button, my hands trembling, before turning to Bakker.

'I told you to not let her go!' He screams at the whimpering man.

I wipe the tears away from my face and see Bakker leaning forward with his hands between his legs.

I take a step closer and study Bakkers face.

'Please, Liz. I'm sorry. Please.' He holds one hand in front of him.

His hand is covered in blood. I got him good. 

Hopefully, he won't be able to try and rape anyone else. I see his other hand searching for something in the pocket of his jeans. 

I grab the hand he's holding out to me and pull at it. My other hand grabs his upper arm and I slam his arm on my knee, over and over again until it breaks like a twig. Bakker screams from the pain.

'How could you do this to me?' I say before punching him in the face.

He stands up straight and stumbles back a few steps. I look at the big stain of blood on his jeans between his legs. Tears are rolling down his cheeks from the pain. 

I take a step closer and hit him in his face again with my other hand, hitting his jaw perfectly.

'I'm sorry!' He yells in my face.

He reaches down between his legs again and when I take another step closer, Bakker swings his fist at my leg and before I know it I feel something sharp sting in my upper thigh. 

I look down and see a small swiss army knife sticking out of my leg.

There is so much adrenaline coursing through my body that I don't feel the pain I would normally feel. I reach down and pull it out of my leg, throwing it on the ground before punching Bakker in his face a few times. His nose breaks and I see all the blood running down his face to his neck.

'Sorry is just not going to fix it!' I yell in his face.

The only thing I see is red and all I know is that I need to destroy the human standing in front of me.

'Stop. Please. Stop.' He's holding his broken arm with his hand as he falls down to his knees.

I grab his hair with my fist and kick him in the face with my knee, making him fall over on his back. 

I climb on him and start hitting his face over and over again, so many times that I'm starting to lose count. There is blood everywhere and I feel the skin around my knuckles burst as I keep hitting his jaw.

'You are going to kill me.' He whispers, coughing up blood.

I keep hitting him. I can't stop...

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