***

James

James sat in the front seat of the police car as it raced across town. Sirens were blaring, the lights flashing as they ran every red light they’d come across but it still wasn’t fast enough for James. “Come on, man. Please step on it,” he begged. Joel and Ian were following behind them in Joel’s car. All three fully-grown men felt as though they were superheroes on a mission to save the damsel in distress, Anna, who was at the mercy of the maniac.

***

Anna

Grant lowered himself on top of Anna with a lick of his lips, careful not to squash her under his weight. He rubbed his long, muscular body up and down on top of her, his excitement digging into her. Turning her face away from him, Anna refused to meet his gaze. Grant’s infuriation bubbled to the surface. “What? Aren’t I good enough for you? Whore! Look at me!” he spat angrily as his fingers dug into her thighs.

Summoning all her strength, Anna turned her head and glared at him. The repulsion in her eyes showed exactly what she thought of him. Now she couldn’t contain her fury and revulsion. Instead Anna told him exactly what she thought of him and didn’t hold back. “Yes, Grant, you’re right. You aren’t fucking good enough for me.” Anna’s harsh words cut right through him. “You’re a monster! Look at what you’re doing to me. You’re not even half the man James is. You make me sick. This isn’t right, Grant. And you know that.”

Anna saw him clench his fist and knew what was coming but she was powerless to stop it. He released his fist and landed a blow to the side of her head. Instantly Anna’s eyes watered and her face swelled.

“I’ve had enough. Now I’m going to get exactly what I earned. And I don’t give a fuck what you say. I am taking what is rightfully mine,” he snarled directly into Anna’s face. She watched in horror as his face turned red and his nostrils flared. Moments later he was wriggling about, trying to remove his boxers without dismounting. A wave of nausea filled Anna’s mouth and she was forced to swallow it back down.

Straddling Anna’s hips, Grant wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked himself with a satisfied smile. Anna turned away, repulsed. With one hand he grabbed Anna’s chin and turned her head to look at him. “Like what you see?” He grinned. “You’re about to get up close and very personal. He’s waited a long time to meet you.” He smiled.

***

James

The police car pulled to a halt with a screech of the tyres at the front of the block of flats. It was exactly as Janelle had described it. James leapt out of the car and raced across the street. A pair of arms reached around his waist, pulling him to a grinding halt. A burly policeman held him, telling him to wait until the officer assured him that as soon as they could, they would let him go in and get Anna. But first they had to get Grant under control. Four police ran up the staircase, taking the steps two at a time. James was never more than one step behind.

By the time they reached the landing outside the apartment James thought his heart was going to break through his chest. Leaning up against the door, the officers could hear Grant’s disgusting words. They could hear his deep, slurred voice and they could feel the same repulsion that Anna was enduring. James was pushing them, urging them to hurry up and go in.

“We can’t just barge in. What if he’s armed?” one officer asked, sticking to protocol.

“Can’t you hear what’s going on? The only thing that he’s armed with is his dick. And it sounds like he’s waving it in my wife’s face,” James countered as he pushed his way to the front of them. “If you aren’t going to go in, I will.” A wave of apprehension fell across them. They knew James was right.

They forced James backwards before turning their attention on the door. “Police! Don’t move!” one officer boomed to an empty room. Forgetting about any possible danger, James led the others down the hall towards the moaning. Nervously he pushed open the door and saw something that made him want to gag. Grant was straddling Anna, rubbing his thick, veiny cock up and down Anna’s quivering body. He was masturbating on top of James’s wife.

“Get the fuck off her,” James bellowed at him. As three of the police grabbed Grant, throwing him to the floor, the other detained James. James would have killed him on the spot without batting an eyelid. He looked over at Anna who was still lying there, naked and shaking uncontrollably, with tears streaming down her face. James’s heart broke when he saw the damage that had been done. Between her split lip, the black eye, the burn marks around her wrists and ankles and the cut on her cheek, James didn’t know where to look. Anna, his precious Anna, looked like she’d been to war. James fought free from the officer’s grip and was at her side in a single step.

James sat down on the bed next to her and removed his shirt. Quickly he untied her bindings and pulled his shirt over Anna’s exposed body, giving her back what dignity he could. Anna forced an appreciative smile. “Thank you,” she mumbled between sobs into his shoulder. Carefully, James pulled her into his lap and examined her. Her wrists had begun to swell and bleed again where he had removed the tape. After only a moment’s hesitation, Anna snuggled into James, as close as she possibly could and let go. The dam burst. Anna couldn’t help but cry her heart out, the violent sobs reverberating through her body. James just held her tighter and let her fall to pieces. He knew she’d never hit the ground. He’d always be there to catch her.

“Mr. Thompson, we’ll take him down to the station. We’ll need a statement from your fiancée as soon as she feels up to it. I’ll wait for you downstairs. I’ll take you two to the hospital so she can get checked out,” one young officer said, shaking James’s hand.

“No!” Anna squealed, wrapping her body even closer around James.

“It’s okay, Anna. No one’s going to hurt you now,” James promised, knowing that it was a promise he could keep. No one was getting near Anna without his say so. “I’ll take you home,” he mumbled softly into her hair, looking up at the officer.

“Thanks for everything. I really do appreciate it.”

Anna shrugged her arms through the sleeves of James’s shirt that hung off her body. She was thankful James was so much bigger than her, his shirt looked like a dress. Without breaking contact, James scooped her up and her arms wrapped around his neck so tightly it almost cut off his oxygen supply. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry,” Anna cried, squeezing even tighter. Right now, it was the only place that she truly felt safe.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m going to take you home and put you in a hot bath and then to bed. I am exhausted and I know you must be,” James assured her. He carried her down the stairs and put her into Joel’s awaiting car. Silently, Ian covered them in a blanket and Joel pulled out into the traffic.

By the time that they pulled into James’s driveway Anna was snoring softly in James’s lap. Diana ran out the front with Michael following closely behind and met them on the driveway. James tried not to wake her as he carried her inside. James was terrified. She was deathly pale and silent. Diana had disagreed with James when he decided to bring her straight back to the house rather than taking her to a hospital, but James was adamant all Anna needed to survive this was unconditional love and support and time. All of which he planned to give her. Personally.

Although he had seen it with his own two eyes, James still couldn’t believe it. When he’d met Grant he’d been the one who seemed so supportive of their relationship, but after seeing the monster that he truly was, James was more confused than anything. Was he still in love with Anna? Or was it just physical? Or was he really just fucked up?