Taming The Ruthless Executioner

Ashley's POV My mind drifted as I walked through the empty streets, wiping the tears that streamed down my cheeks. How could he do this to me? At this point, I wasn't even sure if I had a destination. Minutes ago, I was mugged by a figure, disguised in a hood, he had jolted through the street taking my handbag with him. My phone, purse and credit cards were all in that bag. So here I am, walking through the deserted street without a single dollar to afford a cab. I just needed to find a telephone booth so I could reach my mum. How would I even pay for the phone call? But that's not the reason for the cluster of tears clouding my eyes. Honesty, I can't even point out what exactly made me this sad. My wedding was supposed to be in a month's time, but not anymore. Earlier today, I had taken a trip to visit my fiance at his apartment here in the city. I sent him a text, telling him that I would be coming over, but he declined, saying he had a night shift at work. But what kind of night shift do architects do? I went to his apartment anyway, I thought I could at least clean up his place and prepare some food for him. I unlocked the door with the spare keys he had given me. The living room was all messed up, clothes hung here and there in different directions. This wasn't the first time I was visiting, so I usually kept some of my clothes in his bedroom. But that sultry dress laying on the couch wasn't mine, neither was that bra hanging off the glass table. I noticed male underwear thrown about over the place, they belonged to him. I thought, “Devon would never cheat on me, he loves me so much." But as the sounds of moans intensified as I made my way to the bedroom, I realized that the scenario I dreaded was already upon me. The bedroom's door was slightly ajar, and the lights in the room were turned off. I pushed the door open, and there he was, moaning as he moved his body back and forth, with his d**k inside a woman. His eyes must've been held shut because he kept f*****g her, not even realizing that I had walked in on them. I locked eyes with the woman whose legs were swung around his waist, recognizing her as my workmate, Susan. She tapped his arm, signaling him to stop as he reduced the speed of his motions, then he abruptly stopped, and turned around to look at the open door. The light behind me reflected in his blue eyes, he had an expression filled with terror. He must've thought it was a robbery or something, I kinda wish it was. I fled the scene, but as I descended the staircase, I heard his footsteps behind me as he yelled my name. He pulled my arm, spinning me to face him. I knew I couldn't forgive him, and the wedding was definitely over, but I expected him to at least plead with me, to tell me he was drunk or something, or to even make false promises of not repeating it. But he asked, "What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come over." Such an asshole! He's not even sorry for his actions, rather, he's mad at me because I caught him cheating on me. I pulled away from his grip, continuing on my path. But his final statement shook me to the core, got me thinking, 'is this the man I had fallen in love with?' "Remember who's gonna pay for your mum's surgery," he yelled. "You are nothing without me, so we're getting married next month, whether you like it or not." I felt my blood boiling with anger as his voice traveled up and down my entire body. All I wanted to do at that moment, was to kill him, right then and there. But guess what I did.... 'Nothing.' I did absolutely nothing. I couldn't even strike a slap across that stupid face of his. How did I become this weak and pathetic? … And here I am, walking through the streets at 10am, shedding tears for a guy who didn't care about me. Fresh tears began matting my chins again. What the f**k is wrong with me? These tears, what were they for? Was it because I got my heart broken by a man I'd been dating for two years? Was it because I had just been mugged? Or was it the thought of my sick mum? Where would I find the money for her surgery? Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse, my gaze fell upon a tall figure at the side of the road. It's either good or bad, maybe he could let me use his cellphone and even lend me some money for my transport fare, or he could also be another thief. I didn't have any valuables with me, so what does it matter? I've got nothing to lose, I should give it a shot. "Hi, I'm Ashley." I whispered, approaching him swiftly until I was standing right in front of him. "I'm really sorry to bother you, but do you have a cell phone I could borrow? I just got mugged, and I really need to contact my mum....." He had brown pupils and a funky haircut that made him look like a gangster, his eyes were reddish, must be lacking sleep. I had finished narrating my story to him, expecting his reply, but he said nothing, he just stared at me without blinking, like a picture. That's when I noticed his eyes, how his pupils moved, he was scanning my appearance from head to toe like he had seen an alien. I didn't find it awkward, I just assumed he was digesting the shocking experience I had just shared with him. Then I felt a shiver of unease when I noticed how his gaze was fixated at my chest area, he was literally caressing my boobs with his bloodshot eyes. I folded my arms, covering them, then his eyes began to move again to my hips and thighs, I felt exposed. "Pretty girl, what are you doing out here, all alone?" He asks in a tone I could not understand. What's wrong with this dude? Didn't he hear anything I just said? After a little pause, I open my mouth, attempting to re-explain my situation, but he cuts in.... "Why don't we go over to my place and have some fun?" He asked, stepping closer, reducing the distance between us. Have fun? Eww, that's disgusting. Do I look like a w***e? I've had enough fun for one night. I dare not say my thoughts aloud, as he closed in on me. I took several steps, backing away from him, but he kept striding towards me no matter how much I drew back. My heart's pounding within my chest. What should I do? I'm considering turning back and fleeing away, but I'm afraid he'll grab me if I turn away from him. Besides, I'm not very fast on my feet, and he's tall, he probably won't even have to break a sweat before catching up with me, but..... Shut up! Shut up Ash! You're being attacked by a creep and you're wasting too much time deciding what to do, you need to act fast. Alright, let's make a run for it. With one swift move, I turned around, about to run towards a dim lit bar at the end of the street, but I felt his large arms grip my waist, pulling me back. He forces me to face him, roughly shoving me onto a dark corner at the side of the road. I tried to break free from his grip but I felt his hands move here and there, squeezing my hips, and holding me from escaping at the same time. "Help, someone help me!!!!" I screamed, my voice cracking, that's when he pulled out a sharp knife. "Do you know what I do to girls who refuse to play nice?" He asked rhetorically, his shallow breaths messing with his voice. "I cut them open and watch them bleed until they can't move. Then I bang their bodies while it's still warm." My goodness, how horrific. From the tone of his voice, you could tell that he wasn't kidding. "So, shut up and stay still, unless you wanna become my s*x toy." He added, brushing the knife's sharp edge against my skin. I stopped moving, the last thing I wanted was to be stabbed countless times, only to be r***d in the afterlife. He began ripping off parts of my top, trying to lift my skirt. I resisted anyway, I couldn't let this disgusting pervert plant himself inside me.