He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled harshly, "You really thought you could get away from me, bitch? Did you really think you could just fluke you way out of my life?"
"Aah...no please, Henry, let go...please, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorr...aaaaaahhh" she screamed when he gave her hair another hard tug. He was a big man and his fist had her blonde hair tightly wrapped around it. She could feel his heavy breath on the back of her neck. Sweat rolled down her collarbone to her breasts, pooling in between. Her tank top was dirty from her fall before, when she had stumbled out of her car in her hurry to escape Henry's men. She should have known, she told herself now, that it couldn't ever have been that easy. He was not only big physically, but also characteristically. He had power, money and contacts.
"Get in" he said softly, his mouth on her neck.
Carol struggled with her legs and tried to get into the car with its door open but couldn't find the bed of the car.
"Move you whore!" he whispered roughly and bit down on her earlobe cruelly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! Oh god...I'm trying..." Carol sobbed.
He pulled her up by her waist and pushed her into the backseat of the car.
He got in next and the thump of the door was followed the thrum of it being set into motion.
She tried to get up when Henry pulled her hands and tied to behind her back. Her writs felt the bite of the cord and she slipped out a gasp.
"Did that hurt?" Henry asked.
She nodded.
"Answer me! Did that hurt?!"
"Ye-yes it did."
"Aww. I'm sorry." Henry soothed mockingly and pulled the cords tightly again.
Carol stopped her wince by biting down on her lower lip. She tasted blood but she knew her sounds would only further antagonize Henry. She knew his ways by now, his whims and quirks.
Her tank top was completely wet and dirty with grime and sweat. Her jeans were ripped in places and stained by blood around her knees.
The car was silent for a while and she grew tense. It was the kind that spoke of horrors to come. And knowing Henry, they would be the worse kind.
She smelled Henry cigar and turned around to look at him. A slap to her face made her lose her balance and fall face forward again. Her head was now on the bed of the car, her legs awkwardly on top. She couldn't find the right leverage to push herself up and ended up hurting her lip and head even more.
Henry was smiling harshly. He looked at her fallen lopsided and felt a warmth. He looked her over, her butt sashaying in the air trying; her tank top had been pushed forward. He felt the warmth now turn to heat and head south in a furious rush, along with it he felt the cold of anger embrace his heart.
He exhaled and pulled the cigar from his lips and ran a hand through her butt. He felt her stiffen and felt a maddening spurt of rage. He curled his fingers around the back pocked of her jeans and pulled ruthlessly.
"Oww! Henry what are you – " Carol heard the seams give in and felt the cool air on her legs.
"This is what happens when you buy things for cheap. They give away too soon." Henry murmured caressing the back of her thighs. Carol felt goosebumps spread all over. She didn't know whether he was referring to her torn jeans of herself.
"Henry I – I.."
"Shut up."
