Eat Your Heart Out

Chapter 1

“God, these stupid fucking shoes.” The soles of my feet are killing me and I feel like my toes are being crushed in a vice with every step I take in these ridiculous heels.

Whenever will I learn not to wear them on a night out? Probably never because they make my legs look great– yet I still put myself through torture every time.

Gravel crunches underneath the red-bottoms as I take the short walk home, dipping through the stray people who are still lingering around the streets at this ungodly hour. The cold winter air bites at my exposed skin but it’s nothing the alcohol in my system won't fix.

Two bottles of champagne and however many shots, for my best friend's birthday, will have my blood buzzing for the rest of the night.

Gripping the hem of my black leather skirt, I yank it back down again then tightly wrap my jacket around myself, protecting my bare chest from the bitter wind. The last thing I need is to catch another cold, I’m still recovering from the last one but I refuse to wallow in bed, that isn’t my vibe.

Invite me out for a drink? You best believe my ass is there.

Just as I’m about to turn down the street that leads to my home, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle with awareness.

Someone is behind me.

I can feel it, but I refuse to turn around, fear turning my once intoxicated blood, cold.

Keeping my head down and fists tight around my jacket, I start to pick up speed, the pavement rushing past my cloudy vision as I head towards my house. I’m almost there, I just need to grab–

“Where are you running off to, little lady?”

A gravely voice stops me in my tracks and it’s the first mistake I’ve made tonight. I should just keep walking, ignore him but I don’t like the thought of my back being unprotected. I need to see with my own eyes who I’m dealing with.

Slowly I turn around whilst slipping my hand into my pocket to grab my keys. The metal is cold against my touch but I manage to slide my house key in between my fore-finger and middle-finger, ready to strike if I need to.

“Just heading home, you have a nice night.” I shove the fear to the back of my throat and speak with a clear, firm tone but it doesn’t deter him.

His stocky build sways slightly, probably from a heavy night of drinking and I don’t miss the way he starts to walk up the path towards me.

There’s a good amount of distance between us and I could probably run to my house at the dead end of the street, but would I make it?

Probably not. Even without these shoes on and the alcohol in my system, I’d more than likely fall and this stranger would have the upper hand on me.

Without dropping my gaze, I carefully start to walk backwards, cautious of my steps. He stops walking and I can only hope that he’s taken the fucking hint that I’m not interested in his advances.

Everything is fine.

Just keep walking.

Keep your head down and keep walking.

My own thoughts rattle around in my head as I tear my gaze away from him and begin the walk back home again. It’s not far now, I can practically see my front door under the glowing street light.

I’m so close.

“Hey! I’m not done talking to you, bitch!”

The alcohol curdles in my stomach and I can feel the impending vomit threatening to make an appearance.

I don’t look back and I don’t stop walking.

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, you little slut!”

The stranger’s voice is riddled with anger at my ignorance but no man deserves my attention, not unless I’m willing to give it to them.

I can feel the tears welling in my eyes as his heavy footsteps begin to catch up with mine. Cold, stabbing fear runs havoc throughout my body as I try to put some distance between us but it’s no use. He’s too fast, and just as I’m about to push open the gate to my front garden, I feel him.

A clammy, rough hand smothers my face to silence my screams whilst a heavy arm bands around my middle, successfully locking my arms in place. I struggle in his hold, throwing my body around like a fish out of water, legs kicking with every ounce of energy that I can muster up.

His stale breath brushes over the side of my face as he drops his mouth to my ear.

“You’re an ignorant little bitch, you know that?

I never said you could walk away from me.

” His gritty voice sends a deathly shiver down my spine but I don’t stop fighting, shaking my head from side to side in the hopes that I might crack him in the face.

Someone please help me.

“Hmm,” he groans into my ear, the hardness of his disgusting erection prominent at my lower back. “The more you fight, the more I’m going to hurt you. I love em’ feisty.”

But that’s the thing isn’t it? I am going to fight because I never fucking asked for this. I never asked for this man to put his hands on me, regardless of whether I was drunk or the way I was dressed.

I never asked for this.

Tears coat my skin and I can feel the makeup I applied earlier this evening, streaming down my face.

It settles into the creases of my nose before seeping under his fingers towards my mouth.

The man’s arm that’s wrapped around my middle tightens and I take the opportunity to sink my teeth into his fingers, crushing the flesh until I can taste his blood on my tongue.

I bite down hard, causing him to rip his hand away from my mouth, leaving me with a chunk of flesh in between my teeth. His skin tastes of stale cigarettes and damp fabric, instantly I spit it out.

“You fucking bi–”

I scream until my lungs burn. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

My hoarse voice echoes around the empty streets as I plead for my life, begging for someone to hear me. To call the police. To come out of their house but nothing happens, no one comes to save me. I’m left here alone.

The man hisses through his teeth from the pain that’s probably radiating through his hand but it doesn’t deter him from what he’s planning on doing to me.

I know exactly what he’s planning on doing to me.

Pain like a burning flame, spreads across my scalp as he grabs a fistful of my hair. He yanks it tightly in his hands and pulls my head back to face him.

Eyes as black as voids stare back at me, endless pits of evil filled with nothing but anger and hatred. A brown scruffy beard covers the lower half of his face and his brows are turned down, creating deep creases across his forehead.

His skin is dirty and dull, with small pockets of puss-filled welts scattered across his cheeks.

The image is enough to make me sick and it’ll haunt me forever.

“You bit me,” he states, and my bottom lip begins to tremble. “And now I’m going to rip you in half, you asked for this.”

His voice seems to trail off, my mind fuzzy as my energy depletes. He has the upper hand, I’m too weak and he’s far stronger than me but I can’t give up, I can’t..

Gripping the keys in my pocket, I wiggle around in his hold until my hand is free but he’s quick to notice. His hand quickly grips my wrist until I can feel the frail bones cracking.

“Please! Pl.. lease!” I beg but it’s pointless. He keeps his tight hold on my wrist and begins to drag me down a dark alleyway, the heels of my shoes skidding against the pavement. “No! No, please! Don’t.. don’t do this!”

My own voice bounces off the damp brick walls that surround us, terror settling heavy in my bones.

With force, he throws me onto the ground and I land with a heavy thud, causing all the air in my lungs to fire out of my mouth. Pain spreads through my ribs as I attempt to crawl away, the smell of stale piss from the damp concrete rising up to my nose.

I fist my hands and drag myself across the ground, feeling the sharp bits of stone scraping across my bare legs, then I feel his filthy hand wrap around my ankle to drag me back.

“I don’t think so,” he taunts, poison thick in his voice. “You thought you could tease me with that little skirt on, hm?”

I shake my head, teeth chattering together. “No.. no, I..”

“You thought you could just walk away from me?”

“Pl.. please” I whimper as he continues to drag me. “Just let me go.”

I feel him drop my foot onto the floor and just before I have the chance to crawl away again, he drops his heavy weight onto the backs of my legs, successfully pinning me to the floor.

The backs of my thighs go from freezing to hot as he runs his rough hands over my flesh, gripping it tightly until I’m yelping out in pain.

Vomit rises in my throat as he rips open the back of my skirt, revealing my most intimate areas to him. His rough fingers grip my skin, groping my ass and I sob, my heart cracking in two.

“Please, stop.” I whimper but he doesn’t. Nothing I say stops this horrific train from running off the rails.

“Open up for me baby.” His words slither over my skin like serpents and the moment I hear him tug open his belt, I throw up all over the floor in front of me. Chunks of undigested food mixes with a foamy substance, creating a puddle of reddish-brown liquid.

This is it.

This man is going to rape me and there’s nothing I can do about it.

With a hard shove, he grips the back of my hair and pushes my face into the wet, sick-ridden ground. The sour mess soaks into my cheek, clinging to the stray bits of hair then with a harsh thrust, he rips me in half.

He grunts with every thrust and all the while, I can feel the insides of my thighs being soaked with blood and his slimy orgasm. His hips buck and snap with aggressive thrusts, making my cheek scrape across the rough gravel, fingernails snapping as I claw at the pavement.

Blackness invades my vision as I scrunch my eyes closed, tears dripping from my top lip. “Pl..ease, just stop.”

“That’s it you fucking whore, bleed all over my cock.”

His words are like vicious blades that stab into my fragile body.

I want to fucking die.

I want to fucking kill him.

I want to rip his insides out and feed them to him.

Violent thoughts bash around my mind, their sharp edges cutting into me with every strike and that’s when I decide I’ll never be a victim again.

I’ll never allow a man to get away with this again.

I’ll become the very thing that they all fear, deep down.

A fucking woman, scorned.