She was left there. What was happening? Her entire body was shaking where it was. Was this how a damsel in distress felt like? … N-no. They were usually saved before cum was dripping out their cunts or legs were hurting. What… was she? … A victim. Nothing more, nothing less. A victim with a doting family desiring to save her… Something fell above. Was it a person? Had someone died? Vikky was silent. She was frightened. Everything was hidden here, giving her only glimpses in form of sound. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the door opened again and…

“… D-dad.” Her dad. Such huge relief seeing him. While being seen like this wasn’t the most comfortable circumstance, she had been found by her father. Vikky had almost assumed everything was over before she realized her father was under the threat of a gun… She despaired. The father and daughter was gathered. Had the man decided… to kill one before the other…? Vikky looked on in fear as her father was commanded into the corner… Vikky’s shackles were unlocked and she was commanded into the same corner, which she followed while shaking. Her father… looked so pale. Was it from seeing her like this, or… “I’m sorry, dad…” I’m sorry for being captured. I’m sorry for being raped. Such things… she wanted to say. But…

Her father was commanded back. The man was apparently intending on shackling Fredrik. What was the point? If police had appeared here, then the arrival of more was inevitable. Vikky kept her thoughts to herself as her eyes followed her father… those were some determined steps for someone with a gun-wound… and then she was shocked at how he leaped at the rapist, taking the blond young man by surprise. They started grappling… and her father screamed at her to run. What, was he trying to pull off some Die Hard stunt? The hell he was. Vikky had sacrificed herself to be there in place of Kimberly. She wasn’t going to let her father prove physically that they were built by the same genes by doing the exact same thing for her!

Vikky ran. Oh, yes she ran, but not in the direction her father might have intended. While the rapist was busy grappling with her father, Vikky was going to kick him. Kick him anywhere. Didn’t matter. Wherever she could reach. Blame her later, this guy was going down. After that, where was the gun? Vikky would attempt finding whatever hand it was in, then try to jerk it out of his grip, pulling off individual fingers if she had to. Specifically the one on the trigger, that would need to go. Just… two people… should beat one. Even if it was one naked and one bullet-hurt versus one armed with a gun. … Uh, at least she hoped.

The melee ensued! There was a reason why Stein was going to shackle the man, these guys were snooping around, just the two of them so he figured that if they called in back up they would have waited or it was the dad being a hot head, in which case he would have to leave here shortly through the tunnels he constructed in case of such an emergency.

But whatever his sick game was Stein never got to use it as the detective came straight at him! Apparently the man could guess from what went down upstairs that once those shackles were on it was game over.

Taken by surprised he was driven to the wall with Fredrrick wrestling with his arm to keep it at an angel so he could not discharge the weapon but the son of a bitch clung on even as his daughter caught him in the shoulder with a kick forcing a grunt from the man.

A clubbing fist was a decoy though as it slammed into the back of the detective he pitched the gun to the free hand before Vikky had a chance to reached it.

BANG! The weapon discharged straight into his back and there was an intense groan that parted Fredrick's back. Then he used his aching shoulder to drive him back though getting caught on the inside of his thigh near his groain through off his aim. It would have been a shot to the neck but his aim lowered catching her father in the chest, the 50 calibur round tossing her father back into the wall as he slid down it and slumped to the ground on his side.

Sven rounds – the Desert Eagle had an 8 round clip and she had the wasted bullet in the ceiling as a blessing then for Stein was now free to turn his attention to the little bitch a grin on his features though the door to the room was still opened ...

… She hit. It was difficult to understand why they never depict that kicks hurt for the one who kicks, too. Perhaps because they usually wear shoes or are trained. Vikky was neither. In any case. She hoped the kick would give her father the edge. Now, desperate to be of help, Vikky ran around to anywhere where she could reach his gun…

… He switched hand holding the gun. Before Vikky had a chance to stop him, the man brought the gun around her father’s back and shot him (how he could fire a Desert Eagle with one hand in that angle without the recoil tearing his fingers off does not entail the story). Vikky felt panic spread through her where she was on the side trying to grab the arm that was no longer there. The rapist shoved her father back, he could not remain there with another bullet-wound. Then he was going to fire again. Vikky threw herself at the arm to push off his aim. Her father couldn’t die here. No. Not like this. He had to be there to take care of mom and see all my children grow up. He’ll be so proud.

… And yet, no matter if she got the grip or not, her father was now slumped over there by the wall, having taken a bullet from this infamously powerful gun to his chest. Vikky… couldn’t move. Fear, panic, terror. All of it at once. This man was a single individual. Yet she feared him more than anything. Her dad… No…

Since Vikky was looking in the direction of her father, having got her priorities in the wrong order, she didn’t see the man grinning at her… She could only feel his powerful presence and a surge of fear at that she might be next…

How indeed had he managed to do what he had, it was all a blur. He was sitting there against the wall, the large hand gun smoking in his hand as here father was shoved away and shot once more. He was grinning, sitting there as he aimed the weapon at her now. He sat there for a second then forced his aching body up, the inside of his thigh hurt the most and it was shiting on his leg that waqs the most painful as he put weight on it.

“Real cute bitch!” He considered just shooting her but no, that was too good for her right now. He was going to have more fun with her first but with Fredrrick over there by the wall and his hand aching from using the gun one handed as he fired it off he realized one of two things.

Either the dad was a hot head and tried to swoop in before back up arrived or back up was not called and the dad was seeking revenge and was planning on killing him, not arresting him … whatever. The situation was done with but they could not stay here for long. He considered the tunnels but taking his car would be easier. He would have to ditch it, steal one some place since they were probably looking for it too … what choice did he have, it wasn't as if he were going to be spedy in the tunnels.

“Start moving or I'm going to shoot you, I really hate cuteness!”





He had heard the gun shot, followed by another as the door to the sound proof room was still open allowing a muffled sound to escape. Two shots, one for her, one for the rapist turning his gun on himself?

No, he shuddered and could not think that as he got out of the car. She'd probably call him stupid, so be it. Vilmer took a quick look around as he climbed out of the back seat where he had been hiding all this time. He did not know what, if anything he could do but hoped that he could do something.

Real smart … he approached the house, aluminum base ball bat in one hand, in the other his cell phone as he called the police.

“SHOOTS FIRED, OFFICER DOWN, 1279 MAPLE DRIVE.”

He hung up and shut the phone off so it would not ring at an inopportune time … he had no idea if there was an officer down but that was the quickest thing he could think of to get the cops here quick. The front door as expected was unlocked and he cautiously opened it a crack before peaking inside then nervously entering the building, his grip on the bat tightening.

… D-dad… Vikky felt her eyes tearing up at the sight. Her father was… he had… Vikky was apparently standing, watching her father from across the room. She was just standing upright, her naked body clearly displayed. A wave of sadness came over her while the shooter was getting himself up. Now… now she had to survive. There was no alternative. She was too sad to consider anything else. Vikky was standing rather close to where the man was now standing up aiming the gun at her. He commanded her to move. … She’ll move. Having a police-man as a father… had made sure a certain topic appeared around the dinner table often. She simply needed to pull this off, with full determination, without hesitation. And prove she was papa’s girl.

“… I’m sorry I didn’t run, dad. I just wanted-” She spun around. By talking, the subconscious picks up the conversation and expects the end of the sentence. It was simply to possibly dull reactions. It wasn’t fool-proof, but she hoped it would aid her along with her captor’s condition after her father’s attack. Using a move from a memory of a conversation about self defense, Vikky attempted to grab the wrist of the gun-hand pushing it aside. Without pausing, she attempted to grab the gun from underneath, palm up. From there she’d twist the gun inwards, more towards the man, making the gun more difficult to hold on to. Then she’d attempt putting the hand holding the wrist on his fingers instead and pull them downwards, hopefully separating the grip. That was a technique her father had once shown her because… she had been terribly interested at the time. If it worked she’d possibly have the gun in her hand, albeit only holding it from underneath the barrel. From there… she’d merely bolt. Run as fast as she could while praising the fact she was well trained.

… If it didn’t work… for any reason, failing in any step of the way… Like the fact she hasn’t tried using that technique on anyone for real and wasn’t specifically trained in self-defense… She’d be completely at his mercy…

He was smug, he had won … but then the little bitch surprised him by going on the attack. It was instinct for him to squeeze the trigger as she made her move, the weapon's loud report going off as the slug embedded itself into the floor as she took the weapon from it's fire lane where it had been leveled at her body.

The weapon was even raked from his grasp but as she made to the door he went to recover the gun, not realizing it was empty now or perhaps he had an additional clip. Regardless, it gave Vkky a few seconds to race out of the room as she saw the stairs out of the basement … she rushed towards them barely more than a few strides ahead of her. She could hear him popping out the clip of the weapon hearing it clatter to the ground as he first fired the gun the CLICK telling him that it was empty and needed to be reloaded.

Thank Gor he had fired a round into the ceiling earlier, otherwise she would probably be dead right about now as he chased after her, the sounds of a fresh clip being loaded into the weapon had been loud within her ears as it slid into place with a tell tale click.





BANG! He had heard another shot ring out from somewhere beneath him in the basement. He had just found Rheen in a pool of his own blood with about four inches of a knife embedded into his neck delievering the fatal wound.

Vikky! He was such an idiot but he was actually running to the sound of the gunshots and not away. The basement … he wrenched open a door and found it was a supply closet but from another it sounded as if someone was running up the basement stairs so ne rushed in that direction.

It worked. It really worked. It undoubtedly wouldn’t have worked if not for the man not quite being prepared for it. Thank you, dad, for this chance. Vikky had managed to push it out of her direction, and then managed to make him lose grip of it. Although she had failed to get a grasp on the weapon herself which was her original plan, hearing it clatter away across the floor was a good sign it was time to leave, and that fast. She spun on the spot and bolted. Through the door. That she was wearing little was of no consequence. There. Stair. Vikky didn’t think all that much about the clicking behind her. She was too busy legging it.

Up. Up. Away from this place. Vikky didn’t know where the front door was, but she figured she’d just use any potential opening outwards there was. She didn’t really have much time to plan. He was undoubtedly going to shoot her on sight, after this. There was no way Vikky was going to let herself die, not after… not after that. She dashed up the stair with all she had. She had to get away from here, get together with Vilmer, have a bunch of kids and never, ever die. Oh, Vilmer, Vilmer, Vilmer…!

Vilmer?

Up the stairs she ran.

“BITCH!”

Another shot rang out as she flung the basement door opening, scurrying inside, the plaster on the wall shattering in the basement, that would have been her head, exploding in a shower of blood and gray matter.

Standing there about three steps away was Vilmer! He was clutching his base ball bat and in a surprised stupor whch broke as he heard Stein rushing up the stairs.

“I'LL KILL YOU, YOU CUNT!” He bellowed as he came and Vilmer rushed forward, no time for reunions, he mouth the words for her to go as he moved to the side of the door clughing that bat and ready to swing, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, palms sweety. This had not been on his to do list when he got up this morning but … yeah … not the smartest thing in the world.

It was like bringing a knife to a gun fight or in this case a base ball bat ...

She was reminded that the person behind had a gun who intended to kill her. She wasn’t even near safe yet. What she had gained was only a chance. A shot at living. And she had to aim well with that shot, or the shooter behind her would make sure she’d never have another. The sounds of her pursuer shouting words of hate after her. At first Kimberly had been the target for those. But now Vikky had his complete attention. … Which really wasn’t for the better. Vikky ran as quickly as she could, hearing him come up the stair behind her, as she emerged out into…

… Vilmer was there. He was surprised for a moment. Vikky was also surprised. The fact her top was entirely exposed probably didn’t help. But the man in the stair made sure they both acted again. Vikky wanted them to run away, but Vilmer had other plans. He prepared himself in ambush, beside the doorway. She ran on, but realized Vilmer wouldn’t know exactly when to swing. She placed herself some bit away to the side, opposite side of where Vilmer was, so that she’d see the man just before Vilmer should swing. This probably put her in slight danger… but… It was her he was after… She stood on an angle from the doorway. They’d probably see one another at the exact same time. But… the moment she saw him would be the moment when Vilmer should swing. So the moment she saw him… the signal that it was time to swing the bat…

“… NOW!”

Stein hurried up the stairs. Seven, the number of rounds he had left in the gun. He was oblivious that her fuck toy was in the house but he came. When he saw her he had thought she made a poor attempt at hiding, probably grabbed a nick nack of something to strike him with as he came through the door figuring that she could not out run him.

So, he would just shoot her her.

NOW!

What? He hardly had time to process the though when the lug with the bat step forward …

CRACK!

The bat slammed into his chest driving the air out of his lungs, the force behind the blow caused him to stagger and tumble backwards down the stairs, the gun discharged again though it only took a chunk out of the banister.

Fuck! He was at the bottom of the landing though surprisingly he had not lost the gun, regroup, aim, done deal, right?

Wrong … ratner than rushing down the stairs Vilmer stepped down the top two, jumped and brought a downward swing down. He landed awkwardly, hurtind his left andkle, lucky not to brake it but his right knee slammed into Stein's chest as that bat came down with a crack on his shoulder. Bone snapped and Stein groaned in intense pain given the broken collar bone, the gun clattered awy but was still close to his side, his useless and dangling by his side and while rattled by the fall he did manage to toss up his left arm raising defensively ...

… Vilmer has swung the bat, straight on command. Vikky stared in blank shock at the result which had been triggered by her shout. The man had been hit straight into his chest by the bat just as he came through the doorway. The gun was fired harmlessly as the rapist flew back down the stair. Not taking the chance, Vilmer jumped down the stair after him and out of Vikky’s field of view. There were some… very decisive sounds of breaking and of the rapist’s pain on the bottom of the stair. Vikky covered her breasts with her arms, and walked slowly over on shaking legs to peek down on the situation. Had… had Vilmer just saved her life?

… Whatever the situation down there, Vikky wouldn’t interfere. It was rather obvious what the man had done. No matter what happened… it would be his own fault. She just… peeked on it from a distance…

When she had peeked, the gun was kicked further away and Vilmer was swingin down on the man whho blocked painful shots from the bat leveled at his head, his forearm cracking as Vilmer was swinging for the fences so to speak. His knee coming up to smash hih in the chin seeeing that it was impossible for him to defend th upper and lower portions of his face at the same time.

If this were a prize fight a referee would had stepped in to stop it. But this was not a prize fight, there was no referee and Vilmer let a litany of curses stream from his lips BASTARD was common, he did not stop or seem to notice that Stein was no longer conscious and seemed that he was not going to stop either unless drawn back by Vikky, he seemed to be in automatic mode at the moment.

Vikky merely stood and watched. Watched as the one who fucked her first bashed the one who fucked her after. As her boyfriend punished her rapist. The man couldn’t defend himself from an angry young boy with a bat. Vikky didn’t do anything. Merely was, existed. She lived. She lived watching the boy she loved beating up the one who had raped her and threatened her life. Vikky didn’t know why, but… she felt uncomfortable watching it. Nobody should be hurt. But… she couldn’t summon the will to…

… Vikky didn’t draw him back. She just… watched. To be honest, her own boyfriend was frightening her. Not in the same way the rapist had frightened her, but… she was scared. Due to this unknown fright, Vikky merely stood… feeling uncomfortable…

Her kept hat it until the sirens were loud in their ears and he stopped gazing at the unconscious, or was he did man? To be honest, he didn't care if he had killed him. He dropped the bat, the impliment rolling away as he drew in a heavy breath, then let it out.

Here was the time in the horror movie where the villain's eyes sprang open, right? That he wasn't dead but Stein layed there bloodyied and bruised as Vilmer hurried back up the stairs to the landing where she had remained, silently waiting. His hands removed his jacket wrapping it around her shoulders then embracing her as he drew her closer to him.

It took no genius to realize what had happened here though his lips eagerly fell upon the crown of her head.

“I's alright, Vikky. It's over.”

Now the villain would snap open his eyes, right? But he still hadn't either dead or unconscious at the bottom of the stairs as the sirens closed in.

While Vilmer might have been thinking things in terms of a horror movie, Vikky’s thought-pattern was rooted in reality. The sirens sounded, and all she knew was that there was blood around her. Somehow… she had escaped being stained by any of it. But all around her… there were people bleeding. People who had fought to save her. She has fought to save Kimberly from this same fate. But… it had resulted in this happening to her. What would have happened if she had let him have her? … There… there was no time for regrets now. Vikky had chosen this path. Now… now she had to be satisfied with where it led… but… dad…

Vilmer walked up the stair, leaving the stained bat to make some noise as it was dropped down with finality to its sound. He took off his jacket and placed it on her so Vikky was wearing something else them just a skirt when the police arrived. It… it comforted her. It made her truly feel that it was over… Did Vilmer have any blood on him from the man? In that case that would be the first blood Vikky got on her as Vilmer embraced her and kissed her. She let her tears free as she leaned on him. She was so happy he was alive. That she was alive. But…

“M-my dad… he was…” She said as she leaned her head against him, crying, sadness thick in her stammering voice.