Save Me by Abigail Stone Read Free Book Online

too, bucking forward as his seed poured into her clenching slit. With a loud groan, he remembered with haste to pull out, but it was too late.
    His creamy white seed leaked from Mily’s slit, taunting him.

ALIVE

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    L ayla knew where to get the best heroin in Los Angeles, but it meant taking a trip into a seedy part of town. She parked her Range Rover a few blocks from her dealer’s house, making sure it was locked. It was getting dark out and the area was hardly a safe place for a girl to be walking at night, but Layla hiked her bag up her shoulder with confidence, walking past the men who whistled and called out to her with her head held high. A loud punching noise caught Layla off guard, followed by a blood-curdling grunt. She stopped in her tracks, searching for the source of the sound.
    It was coming from a dark, isolated alleyway just ahead of her, which Layla had to pass through to get to her dealers tiny apartment. Her heart raced but she continued forward. As she got closer, she saw the source of the noise. Two large men were going at it on the ground, near the back entrance of a hole in the wall bar. One was at least twice Layla’s size and the other was tall and skinny, with a muscular upper body. Layla tried to push her way past them unscathed but it was impossible to do in the narrow alleyway. The men rammed against each other at full speed, their bloody fists flying wildly in the air. It was abundantly clear to Layla that they were drunk. Regardless, she was betting her money on the larger man. He was wobbly but quick on his feet, and he had to have at least a one hundred pound advantage on the smaller man.
    “I just need to get through,” Layla heard herself say, but her words were lost amongst the sound of the larger man’s fists barreling down against the smaller man’s jaw.
    Slam!
    The smaller man was knocked to the ground. He cursed, spitting up a bit of blood. Layla winched at the sight. She was not going to be able to get past them, she realized that, but she found herself unable to move or even look away. She watched as the larger man heaved the smaller man against the brick wall of the bar, hoisting him up by his collar. He raised his fist and then, as though in slow motion, it barreled down against the semiconscious man’s nose.
    A flood of blood came pouring out and Layla could hear the air being sucked from his lungs as he was punched roughly in the stomach, the large man’s fist leaving a bloody mark on his white shirt. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath as he was thrown roughly back down on the ground. The large man straddled his legs, delivering blow after blow to his opponent’s battered face.
    Layla was hardly the Mother Teresa type, but she found herself unable to let the scene unfolding before her continue. The larger of the two men showed no sign of relenting his attack anytime soon – it didn’t seem to matter that the man beneath him had long since surrendered. Layla wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she didn’t do something. The sound of the man’s bloody flesh being beaten made her feel sick to her stomach. Not giving herself any time to change her mind, she rushed over to his limp body on the ground.
    “Please stop!” she begged the monstrous man above him as he continued his attack, ignoring her.
    “You’re going to kill him!”
    Layla’s words didn’t seem to have much of an effect on him. She reached for his jacket, pulling back on it – but he was far too heavy and didn’t even budge. Layla continued to beg, looking around for help, but no one was there. Suddenly, she remembered her cell phone. She backed away from the men, fishing for it in her purse.
    Finally, she found it, but before she could dial 911, the large man barreled towards her, knocking the phone from out of her hands with a loud crack. Layla stared at him, her hands shaking. She hurled her tiny fists against his chest in defense, but it