Cause For Alarm by Erica Spindler Read Free Book Online Page B

a mask of cold fury. The face of a man without warmth or humanity. One she didn’t recognize. One that frightened her. He started toward her and she shrank back, feeling small and vulnerable suddenly, feeling every bit the little girl she no longer wanted to be. “John,” she whispered, “please…don’t be angry with me. I just…I—”
    He shot his hand out, catching her by the throat, knocking her back against the wall behind the tub. Her head knocked against the tile, and she saw stars.
    â€œSo, you want to be like other women, is that it?”
    His hand at her throat constricted her windpipe and she clawed at it, making gurgling sounds of terror as she struggled to breathe.
    â€œI spoil and pamper you. I treat you like a princess. But that’s not what you want.”
    She had never seen him like this, had never seen anyone like this. He didn’t raise his voice, and yet its very evenness terrified her. Where was the John she knew and loved? The lover who was gentle, patient and tender?
    He leaned toward her, the expression in his light eyes glacial. “You want to be like other women? Like your mother, the whore?”
    He hauled her out of the tub and forced her onto the floor. “Come on then, I’ll treat you like other women.”
    â€œNo, John, I’m sorry. Please—” She tried to scramble to her knees; he knocked her back to the tile, falling onto her, knocking the breath from her lungs.
    â€œI’ll treat you like other women,” he said again, unzipping his fly. “I treated you like you were special, but you didn’t like that. It wasn’t good enough.” He forced her legs apart with his. “So be like everyone else, Julianna.”
    He rammed himself into her.
    Julianna screamed.
    He thrust into her again, then again. Pain tore through her. It felt as if he were trying to punch a hole into her uterus with his penis and hammer to death the baby she carried.
    He pulled out, but the nightmare wasn’t over. He flopped her onto her stomach and dragged her to her knees. Then he thrust into her from behind, holding onto her by her hips as she tried to crawl away, his fingers digging mercilessly into her flesh.
    â€œYou like this, Julianna? Doing it doggie style? My sweet girl? My princess?” He laughed, the sound colder, crueler than any she had ever heard. “Grunt like an animal for me. Be a rutting whore for me, it’s so much better than being my special one.”
    He grabbed her tender breasts, squeezing and pinching them. “Do it, Julianna. Grunt for me. Squeal like a sow-whore you want to be.”
    Sobbing, she did, forcing the sounds past her lips, demeaned and ashamed, horrified. She wanted to shrivel up into a tiny ball, one so small that no one could see her. She wanted to die.
    He climaxed, arching against her, his hands on her breasts tightening, the noises slipping past his lips feral, those of a beast who had dominated its foe.
    He released her, and she collapsed to the floor. Her abdomen cramped, a gut-knotting pain, like a jagged blade ripping her delicate innards to shreds. Gasping, she curled into a fetal position, clutching her middle, tears coursing down her cheeks.
    â€œNow you’re like other women.” She heard the rasp of a zipper and the click of a belt being fastened. “Now you’re like your mother. Happy?”
    Her stomach clenched, then rose to her throat. She tried to hold her vomit back, but couldn’t and turned her head to the side and puked.
    He made a sound of disgust, then tossed her a towel. “You’ll get rid of the baby tomorrow. Do you understand?”
    She nodded.
    â€œUntil now, I’ve trusted you completely. Has that been a mistake?”
    She whimpered and shook her head.
    â€œGood. You’ll never defy or disobey me again. Or you will be punished. Severely. Do you understand?”
    She nodded. This time that wasn’t good