I struck out again, and he smacked my hands away as he ripped open my blouse. The buttons tinged against the dash as they flew off the shirt in all directions. I managed to get my hand on the horn, the sound blaring loud, but even I knew there wasn’t anyone around for miles to hear. I screamed again as his hand tightened in my hair and pulled my head further into his lap, forcing me to stare up at his face. At the odd angle, the console and the gear shift were pressing painfully into my back.

“I’m going to make you choke on my cock.”

“Spare me. You’re a fucking useless prick that couldn’t fuck for shit,” I spat up at him and lunged for his stomach with my teeth, narrowly missing my target.

“Fucking whore, I’m going to….”

“To what? Hurt me? Rape me? Make me pay,” I raged. “You’re not man enough to do any of those things.”

I could feel the anger coming off him as his body shook with the crazed rage coursing through him. I wanted him to be so angry that he would make mistake after mistake. One thing Peter wasn’t very good at was being smart when he was emotional. I planned on using that deficit to my advantage.

Peter grabbed the front of my bra and pulled it up until my breasts popped out the bottom. As I thrashed harder, my foot slammed into the expensive upholstery of the dash and ceiling of the car. I was purposely trying to puncture holes and leave scraps.

“Stop kicking my car!”

“Then let go of me, you idiot! When my mother finds out what you’ve done, she’s going to hate you,” I yelled, and he paused in his movement.

It was just a moment, but it was enough for me to catch him off guard and punch up as hard as I could. I caught him in the bottom of his jaw, and his mouth slammed shut with an audible snap.

I had no idea what Peter would’ve done next because bright lights pulled up behind the vehicle, the headlights illuminating the inside of the car like the sun suddenly rose. Peter released me like a hot potato, and not caring if my shirt was in place, I leaped for the open door and pulled my coat tightly around me.

“Is everything alright here,” asked a male voice, but I couldn’t see who it was. The voice was familiar, though.