“If it pleases Sir.” I replied.
As soon as I said it his hands left my body. He did not even bother standing up to throw the punch I knew was coming. He punched me hard in the left cheek and I flew backwards, lifting off the ground and crashing onto my back on the floor. While I had definitely felt the impact of the hit, it did not hurt at all.
I had to feign injury so I rolled onto my side whimpering and crying.
“Fuck I love that sound you Jap cunts make when you get raped.” Fingers said as he began walking over toward me.
He grabbed my hair in both fists and pulled me up, lifting me into the air by my hair. He brought us eye to eye and threw a knee up, striking me in the pussy. I writhed and screamed and he began laughing.
“Oh fuck I needed this.” he said and threw me to the floor.
He kicked me in the stomach three times before he turned me over and began using his belt to whip my ass. I kept screaming in pain as he beat me with it.
Fingers stopped and left me laying on the floor crying as he disrobed himself. Reaching down he grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the floor toward his desk. He let my ankle go and reached down and grabbed my throat in one of his big hands. As he lifted me off the floor I did my best to look feeble and defeated. He lifted me up above him, extending his arm upwards fully.
“Fuck, you are one hot little cunt. I’m gonna love marking you up and fucking you. You won’t be able to walk for a week bitch.” He growled. With a quick movement he flipped me through the air and slammed me down hard on my back on the desk.
He then grabbed my legs, spread them, and slammed his hard cock right up into my pussy. I cried out in pain, as he wanted, and he began slam fucking me. He kept his big hand on my throat and used the other to slap my tits and face.
“You love this you fucking whore.!” He yelled at me.
“Please… stop… please… please stop!” I gasped out.
“Stop? Fuck that you cunt!” He yelled and punch me in the face. Fingers was totally lost to his raping of me. He did not see the door open behind him. I did.
“Stop it! Get off me!! NOOOOOOOO!” I screamed at him.
“Shut up bitch!” he yelled and punched me again.
Three loud bangs followed and I watched as the bullets ripped into Fingers. The loud music from the club providing a weird sort of sound track to this little action sequence.
Fingers shuddered and fell to the floor, his cock sliding out of me.
I heard on of the men yell “What the fuck did you do!?” and more shots began ringing out as Bull engaged the other two men in a gun battle.
My mind was focused on something else. I had seen in Kickass how they paid for their operation by stealing from the criminals. I was going to do the same thing. I tore the combination to the locker from Fingers’ mind just before he died.
I sat up and saw Bull on his knees gripping his chest. The other two men were sprawled in the doorway and their guns rested in their limp hands.
Jumping down from the desk I approached Bull. Just as I reached him he slumped to the floor on his side.
“Are you okay?” he asked me through blood flecked lips.
“Yeah Bull, I’m okay.” I replied as I held him and looked into his eyes.
“That’s good.” he said smiling at me. I watched as life left him at that point. Knowing what an asshole he had been all his life did not diminish the twinge of pain I felt in my chest as he died. He had come into the room to save me, at least that was what he believed.
I hardened myself remembering that he was a rapist and a killer. I had seen it in his mind. He had only done what he did because I had programmed him to. The regular Bull would have probably laughed as he watched a woman take the beating and rape I had.
“Goodbye Bull. Burn in Hell with the others.” I whispered.
Standing up I went to the safe and opened it. After a quick search I found a gym bag and emptied the cash from the safe into it. I was not sure how much there was at that point, but I knew it was more money than I had ever seen.
Once I had the bag packed I moved out of the office and headed down the hallway. I saw an emergency exit and used it to get outside. Hearing the fire alarm start ringing I ran as fast as I could to where Tye was parked with his cab.
Tye saw me coming and started the cab right away. As I jumped in the back and Tye tore off into the night.
“You okay Eriko?” he asked looking in the mirror at me.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I said.
“Who the fuck hit you?” he asked. I realized I had not healed myself fully.
“A dead man.” I replied coldly.
Tye nodded his head and we drove for a bit before he pulled up at an apartment building. I had been so lost in thought about what happened I did not even pay attention to where we were going.
Once he parked the car he turned in the seat and looked at me.
“I don’t know much about you, but I do know that if you did what I think you did there is going to be a shit storm of cops and fucking wiseguys hunting for you.” he told me. “Why don’t you just lay low here for the night. It’s safe, you can sleep.”
“Where are we?” I asked.
“My place.” he replied. “I’m not applying no pressure here Eriko. I just think you need to lay low. Can you think of anyone who is gonna go looking for a little Asian girl is this hood?”
I started to object, but realized he was right. I didn’t really need to hide out though, and besides if someone came looking I wanted to be able to protect my parents.
“Tye, I will come up for a little bit, but I can’t really stay. You could do something for me though.” I said.
“Sure Baby. Name it.”
“I need someplace safe to keep this.” I said gesturing at the bag.
“Sure. Let’s go up okay.” he said as he got out of the car. Tye looked around for a bit and then opened the back door. He lead me into the building and we took the elevator to his 7th floor apartment. The building was probably built in the early 70’s and had a rough institutional look to it. Definitely not the kind of place I was used to. It had seen better days. There was graffiti on some of the hallway walls, but overall the place did not have a threatening vibe.
I followed Tye up to his apartment and he took out his keys and let me in.
It was a two bedroom place. The livingroom was big and the kitchen and eating area were off to the right. The bedroom were down a hallway to the left and I could see the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Tye may not be rich, but he sure kept his place neat. It was evident that what he had he took pride in. There was a picture of a tank in battle on one wall, family photos all over the place. His bookshelves were jammed solid with books of all kinds. His television was a flat screen that looked to be a few years old. His black leather couch was big and comfy looking. I could tell he liked his worn tan recliner best. It was his man chair.
Tye had walked into the kitchen as I was setting my bag down and observing the place. When he walked into the living room and saw me just standing there he said “You can sit down you know.” with a smirk. He walked over and put a beer on the coffee table for me and sat down in his chair holding one of his own.