Unintended Intruder - 06
"ORDER UP!"
The daily grind was different. For two days she had hunted. At work she ate all that she could, and paid attention to the men who passed her way. More and more they stared, flirted, tried to get close enough to feel her near them. It was different to be desired in this way. Abigale had been desired like this when she was a teenager, but as an adult she gained weight, failed to find a mate, and had become undesirable. Now she watched as they watched her... but none were worthy.
Deep inside, she knew they would give her an inferior dose of what she needed. It was written in their DNA and somehow, she could smell it on them. None of these men were worthy... least of all the one who cornered her in the broom-closet after two days of hunting.
Abigale had just scored an entire uneaten burger, from an order she intentionally messed up. Every delectable morsel filled her with glee, and once she finished, she turned on the sink and washed her hands and face. As she shook the last bits of water from her fingers and wiped her face with her apron, a presence entered the room behind her. A sinister scent alerted her to the danger before he closed the door behind him.
Slowly, she tried to turn her head, but she was frozen in place as a pair of clammy hands crept around her breasts and pulled her close. An oily smell rippled waves of nausea through her stomach as his humid breath wheezed into her her ear.
"Oh... Abby," she heard her boss coo, "you're so fucking hot." A hard bit of flesh pressed into her butt, and wiggled as he ground himself against her. "I've gotta fuck you," he told her as he touched her in ways she found revolting. His disgusting hands began touching other parts of her body, pealing back the layers of fabric, working to undo her pants.
Abigale knew she needed a man's seed. She knew that this man could mate with her and then never be seen again... but he was not worthy of this conquest. For years he had used his meager power to take what he wanted from her. Money, dignity, and freedom had all been stripped by years of abuse... and now he wanted her body. He wanted to be the father of her child.
"Fuck off, Kevin," she heard herself say, and, for a moment, he froze. His hands stopped groping and his twitching member stopped thrusting as he considered his next move. "Tuck that shriveled shit-stain you call a penis between your legs and go find some internet porn."
"But... Abbs..."
A violent turn slapped him in the face and he stumbled back into the door. "I said, fuck off," she growled. "Don't make me call the police." That almost worked, she could see the fear in his eyes. But then another look filled them, and in the blink of an eye, Abigale knew she was about to be raped.
As she turned away to look for a weapon, he lunged forward and pinned her to the sink. A shot of pain screamed through her hip and for a brief moment she could not see. Then he grabbed her hard and turned her away from him. Forcing her to bend over the sink, he began fumbling with his belt buckle. This was it. Her options quickly waned but then her eyes fell upon an object which gave her an out.
Without a moment of hesitation, she thrust her butt back, grabbed the screwdriver which had fallen into the sink, and thrust it up into him. The blow stunned him, but a feral blood-lust had filled Abigale's mind in a hazy mist and she began plunging the screwdriver into his body again-and-again. The blows shook both their bodies, the screams filled the world, until at last she exhausted her strength and the screwdriver was pulled out of her hand. Kevin fell to the floor, his body spasmed as a shock induced seizure overloaded his nervous-system, causing him to twitch at her feet.
An eternity of silence filled the room until the buzzing of the florescent light grew to a deafening level. Turning away from what she had done, Abigale began washing the blood off of her hands and face. The apron was stained, so she emptied the pockets of her tips, stuffed them into her pants, and dropped cloth onto the body below. There was still some blood she could not remove on her clothing, but she would deal with that later.
Once she turned off the water, she considered what had just happened. Would the police believe her? Would she go to jail? Would there be a chance of her finding a mate before she was devoured from within?
Dashing out of the closet, she nearly knocked over one of the other servers on her way to the break room. There she gathered her things and then rushed out to her car. Marcy's number was at the top of her friend list. The tone hummed once then Marcy's voice answered on the other side.
"Hey Abbs! How's work?"
"I just killed my boss," Abigale heard herself saying.
"Wha?"
"He... he fucking tried to rape me... and I stabbed him... I fucking stabbed him!"
"Whoa... Abby..."
"A lot Marcy! I stabbed the shit outta him! He's dead Marcy! He's fucking dead!"
"Okay, slow down!" Marcy shouted and then reigned in her voice. "You need to call the police."
"But..."
"Abigale," Marcy said sternly, "you're the victim of a crime. Call the police and tell them what happened. Defending your life from a rapist is perfectly legal."
"Are... are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Marcy told her bluntly, "I looked it up."
"Wha... why would you look something like that up?"
"That's not important," her friend told her, "but I know the police will work with you."
"A-alright," Abigale shuttered.
"Abby, where are you?"
"At work..."
"I'm on my way," Marcy told her as the sound of her gathering her purse and keys rattled in the background. "Don't you start driving or fleeing the scene. You call 9-1-1 and stay the fuck there! You hear me?"
"Yea... thanks, Marcy."
"Just don't go anywhere," Marcy told her again.
"Okay... thank you... I love you, Marcy..."
"Awe... don't do that shit to me, Abbs." She could hear the conflict in her best friend's voice. "I love you too, Abby. Now you dial 9-1-1 and wait right there for them. We'll make it through this together, alright?"
"Alright... thanks..."
*****
Marcy had been right about the police and their treatment of women who had been attacked by a potential rapist. The next several hours were a blur of flashing lights and retelling her story again and again to a dozen different people. Hours past as she was taken to the hospital, examined by a doctor, and told there were some strange anomalies in her blood.
All of the details jumbled together in a swirling mess she was certain would make more sense as time passed. But by the end of the day all she could really remember was crumbling into Marcy's arms and balling like a frightened child. Her friend had held her forever. Though she was certain it pained her immensely, Marcy did not take advantage of the situation. Any other day her friend would have grabbed, fondled, and kissed her with giggly delight, but not this day.
At the end of it, Marcy insisted on driving her home. "Can we go to your place?" Abigale pleaded.
"Uhm... sure," Marcy hesitated, obviously unsure of her own judgment. "Do you need any of your stuff-"
"Can I use yours?" Abigale cut her off, and Marcy suddenly grinned.
"Alright," her friend said with a chuckle, "you can spend the night at my house. But my mom says we can't have any boys over, so it'll be just us girls."
"Oh, you bitch," Abigale squealed as Marcy reached over and thumbed her nipple with pinpoint accuracy. The tension broke all at once as both of them broke into fits of laughter which threatened their path on the road. Marcy regained enough control to pull the car over and place it in park. She then leaned over and gave her friend a much needed hug. "Thanks."
"Any time, love," Marcy whispered, "any time."