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A scene from my novel, Elemental: (Ella's running away from her friends)
I took a deep breath and went into a narrow space, three rows to the left of the building. I reasoned Malik would check the first row, assuming a lack of planning on my part. The compartments loomed twelve feet above me and were so close together that they blocked out most of the sun. I’d gone maybe thirty feet down the lane before I started having second thoughts. Malik was going to find me. My whole plan was stupid. I was betraying Meir by leaving him like this.
I had almost convinced myself to turn around when something slammed into my back, throwing me to the ground. I threw my arms out in front of me, but my head dug into the gravel as something heavy sat on top of me.
My mask was ripped off and the stones scraped against the left side of my face. Whoever was sitting on me pulled at my hair and yanked my head back, tearing strands out of my scalp. I gasped for breath as it was squeezed out of my throat.
“Tarmeans aren’t supposed to have long hair, my pretty.” Hot breath scorched my ear. “Are you Malik’s pet?”
He shoved my head back into the stones. I clenched my mouth and eyes shut but still dirt and rock lodged themselves between my lids and passed my lips.
Gently this time, he played with my hair. I heard him inhale, and groan. “Malik’s a little busy right now. So for now, you can be my pet.”
The man slid his hands along my hip and clenched the top of my thigh, pressing himself closer to me. His breath grew rough and uneven.
I dug my hands into the dirt and tried to push myself up to heave the hulking mass off of me, but that only seemed to excite him more. Stones bit into my flesh as he thrust his groin against my back.
With a quick, jerky movement, he stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders to throw me against the wall of containment units. I cried out and winced when my head slammed against the hard surface.
I knew I wasn’t going to get far, but I took a step forward to run anyway. The man was there, shoving his body against mine and pressing me flat against the wall again.
“Tsk, tsk,” he whispered in my ear and grabbed my waist. “Where are you running off to?” His other arm came up then and stroked my face. A thick, meaty thumb scraped the dirt and gravel off my cheek. “You are a pretty one.”
His face came close to mine; I could feel his breath pouring from his open mouth. I twisted my head to the side just as his lips dove for mine. I felt his lips curl up into a smirk, and he ran his tongue across my cheek.
I brought my hands up to shove him away, but he just pressed himself tighter against me, moving his hips rhythmically against mine.
“Please.” I whimpered.
He moved his lips down my jaw to the base of my neck. “Oh yes.” His voice grew rough and he twisted his hand into my hair. “Beg for it.”
I clenched my eyes shut and struggled to hold back the whine that wanted to escape my lips. That would only excite him more.
He took his hand from my hair and started pulling up his robes. I gasped. I needed to think of something, and quick. The stink of sweat and cologne lurched its way to my nose, making me dizzy.
When his robes were up, he started pulling apart my suit. That’s when I screamed.
He slapped me. “I like it better when you whisper,” he growled.
I punched at his kidneys, but he didn’t flinch. His thick hands found an opening in my suit and made contact with my flesh.
A deep calm suddenly settled over me and my arms hung limply at my sides. I closed my eyes and let the familiar tingling sensation—that fickle power—wash over me. I no longer noticed his twitching fingers. They no longer mattered. All that mattered now was what I must do.
I opened my eyes and smiled when I saw the blue points of light waiting for my orders. I pushed at them and they obeyed me willingly.
The man flew away from me and slammed into the container just across the alley. Air swirled around us like a whirlwind, picking up the dust and debris from the ground. But I took little notice. My target was clear.
I smirked to see his face twist in terror. He brought his hands up to save himself, but there was no hope. I was in control now. I laughed as I prepared to rip him apart.
