Wrath of a Thug

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As Kamri was driving, a bad feeling came over her. She ignored it and continued to nod her head to the music that was coming from her radio. About 20 minutes later, she pulled into a parking spot that was somewhat close to her building. She grabbed all her belongings and got out, locking the doors to her car.

Kamri began walking speed paced towards her building. The neighborhood was still. Not one person was out, not even the nosey lady who usually stayed out on her porch to judge any and everyone that walked through. Chills ran down Kamri's spine as she got halfway to her building. She stayed in building 14, which also happened to be the building farthest to the back.

"Excuse me!" a deep voice yelled, causing Kamri to damn near jump out of her skin. Kamri turned to see a decent looking man, who looked to be at least 30, standing about 10 feet from her.

"Yes?" she asked, still keeping her distance.

The man took one step forward, causing Kamri to take two back.

"I'm looking for a man by the name of Ace. Would you happen to know where I could find him."

Kamri's heart dropped to her stomach. Ace was one of the most feared niggas from the LA state. He was known for his love of the street life. He had any drug you could name, and he had all the customers, so you could only imagine how his wallet looked. Although Kamri knew who he was, she had never seen the man a day in her life. According to some of the hoodrats that ran around her, he was the finest piece of chocolate any of them had ever seen. She was also told to stay away from him. Heard that he could be heartless and would kill you and your family with no hesitation. The thought of running into a man like that really put fear in Kamri, so she stayed off the streets as much as she could.

"No, i'm sorry." Kamri stated as she turned on her heels and continued to walk.

"Wait, hold up shawty!" the weird man yelled. Kamri rolled her eyes.

"What!?" she turned, only for the man to be standing right over her.

"I just wanted to tell you that you are very beautiful." he grinned, showing all his yellow teeth. The man Kamri thought was almost decent was now a hot ass mess.

"Thank you." she mumbled, backing up, only for him to step closer. Kamri knew she was a pretty girl. She stood at about 5'6, her skin a milk chocolate. She had her hair done with the Peruvian French Curls, hanging at 22' down her back. She loved getting her hair done, but no she wasn't bald, and she meant that. Kamri's real hair was a curly mess.

"That's all I get? Is a thank you?" the man asked.

"Okay you're creeping me out so i'm just gonna go now." Kamri stated as she turned to walk off again, only this time he yanked her arm.

"I think you are super sexy.." he mumbled. Kamri gagged at the smell of the mans breath. Her heart was beating fast, and her skin was filled with goosebumps, and not the good kind.

"Please let me arm go, sir." Kamri whimpered. His grip had gotten tighter and her arm was beginning to fall asleep.

"I know you're daddy told you that you shouldn't walk these streets alone. Pretty girls like you ain't safe." Kamri sniffed as tears formed in her eyes. At this point, she believed that she had just been introduced to the escaped inmate.

"Listen, sir, I just need to get home." Kamri cried as the tears finally began to fall. Where the hell was the police when you needed them?

"Then i'll come with you. Let's go." he pushed Kamri toward the direction he seen her walking.

As soon as Kamri's arm was free, she tried to run, only for the creep to snatch her by her hair and pull her into him. All Kamri's belongings fell onto the ground. Before she could scream, his big hand slapped into her mouth, hard. He hit her mouth hard enough for Kamri's lip to bust. She could taste the salty blood in her mouth.

"I told you, pretty girls like you ain't safe." he mumbled in her ear as his hand went inside of her pants and touched all of her. At this point, Kamri was in full blown tears. The man dragged her behind building 11, which had no lights around it. Kamri knew this was it. She was about to be raped.

The man pushed Kamri down into the cold grass, getting ontop of her and yanking down her black jeans. 

Kamri should her head. "Please...please don't." she cried.

The sick bastard chuckled as if some shit was funny.

"I've heard that plenty of times."

He pinned Kamri's arms to the ground as she felt her pants and underwear be completely torn off. She screamed as loud as she could.

The man jumped and punched Kamri three times. In fact, he punched the fuck out of Kamri three times. Hard enough to where shit had went blurry.

She felt him force himself into her virgin self, and by this time, she was barely conscious. Did no one hear her scream? The last thing Kamri saw before drifting into a slumber was the man being snatched off of her.