Grabbing for one thing after another, launching them at my attacker, nothing stops, or even slows him. He simply laughs, enjoying his sport as, once more, he stoops, fingers biting into my naked shoulders as manhandles me upward.
But as I’m dragged inexorably up from the floor, my fingers close around some other object. Shrieking, I swing for Vito’s head, and he’s still laughing as, from downstairs, comes a scream.
A male scream…
maleHis face jerking sidelong to follow the sound, he’s not looking at me as I swing, and in a wild side-sweep, catch him in the side of the neck, stabbing in with four-inches of metal-tipped spiked shoe heel.
Roaring, he loses his grip, and I drop, skittering away from him as, staggering and spinning, he claws at himself, wrenching out the heel.
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