Page 112 of Adam & Eve

When he gripped his dick and pressed it against my lips, I allowed it to slip between. Luckily,

I was too numb to taste, smell or even feel him in my mouth. I thought about biting it off. The only

thing that stopped me was knowing that a blow to the head could be fatal. I knew if I bit his dick off,

he was going to try and bludgeon me.

He used my head to guide himself in and out of my mouth. His hand tightened around my jaw,

signaling to me that he was close or orgasm. While he was distracted, I eased my hand under the sofa

cushion to remove the blade Adam had taken from me the night he kidnapped me. I’d found it when I

was snooping through his things and had taken it back. I always kept it close by, just in case. I was

living with an unstable person after all.

One moment I had it tightly gripped in my hand, feeling powerful again. In the next moment I

was no longer holding it. Liquid warmed my face at the same time that pain exploded in my head. It

took a second for me to realize Adam’s father had hit me with a closed fist in the side of my head. My

ears rung, it took what felt like forever for my vision to clear.

When it did, I looked up to find Adam’s father staring down at me with a look of disbelief on

his face. His hands were covered in blood and the knife was laying on the floor at his feet.

“What the fuck did you do?” he yelled.

He bent, wobbled, righted himself, and then began to frantically search his pants pockets

for what I assumed was his phone. Did he really think he would get away with sexually assaulting

me? Maybe he had… Entitlement was part of the American way for white men.

I watched as he straightened, turned and attempted to backtrack to the sofa. He ended up on

his knees before he made it. Calmly, I stood and walked over to where he’d fallen onto his back. He

was losing a lot of blood and fast. It was to be expected since I’d stabbed him in his liver, at least I

hoped I had. I’d read on the internet that those wounds were almost always fatal unless treated

immediately.

I was giddy at the thought. Nothing in me cared about the fact the he was probably going to

die. I took a step back to avoid his hand when he reached for me.

“Call a fucking ambulance,” he yelled as loud as blood loss would let him.

He would be rude to the end, I saw.

“No, I’d rather watch you bleed to death.”

“Please. I’ll give you money, I won’t even report it to the police,” he pleaded just like I had