“Stop that.” The freak moaned. “I’m done playing.” He gave her pants another yank and she twisted her body, bending her knees again. His entire focus was on getting her jeans off. The freak moved in close, his legs splayed. If she could just move a little to the right, then she’d have a clean shot. One well placed kick to the balls would put him down for a while. He might not feel like sex anymore. At least not today.

Just a little more. She twisted…

There was a loud crashing noise. It was like one of the walls had fallen down or something. The crash was followed by a loud roar. It shook the walls, the very foundation. The door to the room they were in was next. It splintered inwards, a couple of shards landed on her. The freak brought up his arm to shield his face.

“What the fuck!” Ellis leapt from the chair. Shards of wood splinters were in his hair.

The freak’s eyes widened and he sucked in a deep breath.

That’s when she saw him. It was Torrent. Oh god! She’d never been more happy to see someone in her whole entire life. His eyes were bright blue slits. His teeth sharp and deadly looking. His lip curled away from them as he snarled. Although he was mostly man, it was easy to see the animal in him. His muscles bulged. His skin looked like it might burst from trying to contain him. In this moment, Torrent looked larger than life. He looked completely savage.

The freak turned all the way around. Still on his knees. He made a whimpering noise. He probably didn’t know what he was seeing. A huge, pissed naked guy had just broken his way into the room. He whimpered again as Torrent picked him up by his neck in an almost gentle hold. The freak kicked his legs, like he was running in mid air. It reminded her of a puppet. His actions jerky.

The hold Torrent had on him was anything but gentle judging by how the guy began to choke. Loud gagging sounds that would’ve sounded revolting had they been coming from anyone else.

In an almost casual fashion, his eyes still locked with the freak’s, Torrent reached between the guys legs and he squeezed… hard.

There was a strange popping noise. It was a sound she’d never heard before. One she hoped never to hear again. Torrent dropped him and he fell into a screaming heap. His hands clasped between his legs. The screams spoke of a depth of agony she never knew existed.

She wanted to feel sorry for him but couldn’t muster even the tiniest bit of sympathy. The guy was sick and depraved and in the worst of ways. From between his clasped fingers, blood blossomed, the stain spreading across his cream coloured chinos. His face was a bright red.