"Pretty, pretty," he called softly, eyes running up her body as rotted teeth grinned, and icy terror rushed through her body. Frozen, all she could do was scream silently for Marc as the wolf hit the door again, snarling furiously.
Brady dropped the pecking chicken and threw himself back into the driver's seat as Angela's piercing screams echoed through his head. "Think Angie! You have to think!" Dirt and gravel spewed from his tires as he hit the gas, already knowing he would miss most of whatever was happening.
Angela dove for the gun as the dirty stranger shoved her roughly to the floor. She cried out as his nails ripped her shirt off one shoulder and sank into her skin, drawing blood.
He fell on top of her, pinning one arm under her stomach, and she tried to roll over, but he shoved heavily against her, hands fumbling with her jeans.
"Get off me!"
Her shriek was piercing, and he punched her in the head and back, curling her into a ball. His rough hands pulled at her pants as he humped her from behind, biting her neck and telling her that her ass was first.
Frustrated, he yanked her jeans down with brute force, ripping the zipper, and Angela felt hot tears of hate and shame as his hardness touched the back of her bare thigh.
"Be still, Bitch," he growled. "Don't you move!"
"Distract and get the gun," the Witch ordered, but Angela continued to grapple with him, knowing she couldn't reach it.
"It will come to you."
The man thrust excitedly against her. When he moved back to get into a better position, Angela automatically locked her ankles, and was able to lift him enough to roll over into his surprised arms.
He immediately ground his nasty mouth against hers, teeth scraping her tender lips as he shoved between her legs, hands grabbing at her shirt, ripping it again.
"Now!" Angela extended an arm toward the table above her head, curling the other around her attacker's neck. She pulled hard from him, stealing his energy. When the gun began to slide, they both heard it and looked up, him in disbelief.
Her attacker saw it falling, saw she would catch it handle first, and before he could move back, her arm tightened like a band of iron around his neck, holding him close as the Witch's furious red eyes blended with hers.
"Oh, no! You wanted it! Here ya go!" She shoved the barrel against his throat before he could bring his hands up, and pulled the trigger.