Ral's Woman - Dohner Laurann - Страница 20

Ariel screamed as she made a run for it. She made it to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her and locked it. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. She made it to the bathroom door and turned. Something hit the bedroom door hard. The door was thick and the lock wasn’t cheap, but she highly doubted that either of those things would keep out the large men for long.

She didn’t know what to do. She was terrified. They were going to rape her. She knew that. They’d hurt Erra who’d tried to defend her. She wondered if Erra was really hurt or if she would be able to try to get help. Something hit the door again and it cracked loudly. The thick wood was breaking. Her eyes frantically went around the room. If Ral kept weapons in his bedroom she hadn’t seen them. Instead she grabbed more clothes and hugged them to her body.

She heard a loud snarl as something hit the door again. She saw the door splinter and split in a few places. She sobbed, backing into the bathroom completely. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She was shaking as she put on pants under her shift and tugged on one of Ral’s big shirts over it. If she had to fight she didn’t want to do it mostly naked.

She frantically evaluated the bathroom—no windows. Maybe she should have tried to climb out the window in the bedroom but it only went to the backyard. The perimeter wall was too high for her to climb and there was no gate. She would have been trapped. At least in the bathroom she had another locked door between her and those men.

She heard when the bedroom door was breached. It crashed into the wall like a shotgun going off. Ariel yanked open drawers under the counter for a weapon. She found the cutting shears that Ral used to trim his hair. She grabbed them. They were like long scissors like back home and were wickedly sharp. She backed up into the shower and closed the glass-like door. She had no way to lock it, but it made it so there was only a smaller opening so just one man would be able to reach in the shower to try to grab her. She gripped the shears in a death grip.

They attacked the bathroom door. She knew she wouldn’t survive if they got their hands on her. It would be a horrible way to die. Ral was always gentle with her and she couldn’t imagine him touching her without care of harming her. Zorn men were big and really strong by nature. The four men who were coming after her obviously didn’t care about anything. She knew Ral would kill every one of them when he found out what they’d done.

Her thoughts turned to Ral. Agony ripped at her. He would mourn her. She knew he loved her. She prayed he wouldn’t blame himself. If he had come straight home he would have been there to defend her. She’d seen him fight four men before. The four men who had come in the house weren’t as mean-looking as the ones on the asteroid who’d tried to take her from him. Ral could take these assholes apart easily. The bathroom door crashed in.

Ariel’s time was up. They were in the bathroom. The man who’d attacked Erra yanked open the glass-like door. He reached in to grab her. Ariel screamed and, using the shears like a knife, threw herself forward and stabbed him in the chest.

The handles of the shears dug into her skin as well but they didn’t cut her. She felt warm blood pour onto her hands. She screamed again as the man roared out in pain.

He stumbled back with the shears embedded deep in his chest.

She threw herself back and hit the shower wall hard enough to knock the breath from her. She stared at the man’s face as he stumbled back into his companions. He looked down at the shears protruding from his chest. She saw shock on his face. He went silent before he collapsed to his knees. His companions were frozen in shock as they stared at the man whose blood was running down his chest.

The injured man pitched forward. He didn’t move. The shears must have pushed in deeper when he fell because she saw the sharp points sticking out of his back. His was shirtless. Blood ran from the wound and over his back to the bathroom floor. One attacker threw his head back, howling. Ariel screamed. The three men went silent. She saw their expressions. They were going to make her suffer before they killed her. She had no doubt of that.

One of the men had to step over his fallen friend to reach into the shower stall. He grabbed Ariel by the front of Ral’s shirt. She heard material tear in the man’s hand as he yanked hard. Her foot hit the low wall of the shower stall. Pain shot up her foot as she was dragged forward. Her feet hit the fallen man’s body as she was dragged screaming from the bathroom.

Ariel’s feet left the floor. The man threw her toward the bed. She hit it hard enough that it bounced her body off to the other side. She hit the floor hard. Pain exploded in her hip, thigh and arm that hit the floor hardest. From under the bed she could see them moving around it. She knew if she lay there she’d die.

She rolled under the bed. Zorn beds weren’t that different from her bed at home except they were taller and on sturdier frames. She inched to the center of the massive bed and lay there panting. She reached up and grabbed the bars of the frame. Her fingers barely had time to fight between the bars and the mattress before a large hand clamped down on her ankle.

She screamed out in pain as one of the men tried to drag her out. It almost tore her hold from the bars. He yanked her hard enough that now her feet were no longer under the bed and her arms were stretched painfully above her since she refused to let go.

“Get her out of there,” one of the men snarled.

The conis was still on. It would pick up and translate any speech in the room. She could understand them so they could understand her. She knew it probably wouldn’t help but she had to try. The hand around her ankle increased pressure until she screamed out in pain. It felt like he was crushing her ankle. The bastard was purposely hurting her to make her let go. The pain was enough to make her scream.

“Ral will kill you. Don’t do this.”

“Ral is busy,” another male snarled. “We will set fire to his house when we are done with you and there will be no scent of us left for him to track.”

“Get her out now. We don’t have much time.”

The man gripping her ankle yanked hard. Ariel screamed out again. Her fingers were torn painfully loose from the bars. The man brutally yanked her out from under the bed. She stared up at three half-undressed Zorn males. The one gripping her ankle didn’t let go. Instead he reached with his other hand and grabbed her pants in his hand.

He fisted them and yanked hard.

Ariel kicked at him with her free foot. Zorn males were freakishly tall in her opinion since she couldn’t reach his balls. Her legs were too short. She did manage to kick his thigh hard. She screamed as her pants were yanked down her body. She tried to roll and grab for the bed. If she could just get away and crawl back under there she could avoid being raped just a little longer.

Two of the men bent down, grabbing each of her flailing arms. They lifted her and she found herself dropped on her back on the bed. The man gripping her ankle put his knee on the end of the bed between her thighs. She yanked her free leg up to her chest and with pure terror she found the strength to kick at him again. This time she nailed the man harder and in a better place. His head snapped back as her heel slammed into his jaw. The hold on her ankle loosened as her attacker suffered from the force of his head slamming back hard. Unfortunately it didn’t break his neck because he roared out in pain.

She heard another roar and it sounded close. She saw the men who still gripped her arms snap their heads in the direction of the bedroom door. Ariel didn’t waste time looking at whatever got their attention. She jerked her free foot back to her chest again.