Taina
QUé ASCO
The door opens again, and this time I’m in a completely different state of mind.
If I’m going to die here, I plan on fighting until my last breath.
Fabián walks in, a bucket in his hands. “Boss got tied up, but he’ll be here. They didn’t give a shit about you using the bathroom, but…” he gestures toward upstairs with a shrug. “You don’t have to go out sad like that.”
“You didn’t care when he shoved my face in it as he raped me,” I tell him as I look directly into his eyes. “Did you get off on it, you sick fuck? Fo. ?Qué asco! ”
“I never said?—”
“How pathetic do you have to be that you’re starved for pussy, you have to watch a woman being violently abused just to see one?” I let out a laugh, tossing my head back. “You dirty, disgusting, little dick motherf?—”
If there’s one thing life has taught me, it’s that you can’t anticipate anything.
If there’s one thing men have taught me, it’s that you damn sure better try.
He wraps his hands around my neck, fury in his face as he grunts from exertion. I bring my bound wrists up, the blade sticking out past my pinkies, and make sure my grip is secure before aiming and puncturing anywhere I feel flesh.
Blood is covering my hands, causing the knife to slip, but I tighten my hold and keep going. He begins to sag against my body, and I take that moment to reach up and push the blade into his neck, dragging it down and spraying myself with more blood.
With a, “yuck,” I lean the chair forward to push him off of me.
The next person who walks in this motherfucking room better be ready for a fight.