You pathetic loser!!

My mind is racing! What time is it? Can I stay alive long enough for Yoongi to get home and save me? Is Jung Lee ok? Maybe he will come around and help me, I just need to survive a little longer.

Shaun has by now ripped my baby blue silk knickers from my body, and is now attempting to undo his belt buckle. I'm still for now, having been in this position many times before I know the drill. I am conserving my energy for the moment I have a chance to break free.

We are still on the floor and it seems Shaun is not happy with this location. He stands up and grabs a handful of my hair, lifting me from the floor and dragging me towards the bedroom.

I reach up and grip his arm, trying to relieve some of the searing pain in my scalp. He throws me onto the sofa, raising his foot and stamping me into the seat, pinning me in place. I'm terrified, but I'm not going to show him that. Feeling vulnerable and scared brings out my sassy side. I goad him!!

"This is the only way you can get it up Shaun, with violence!? You pathetic loser! I pity your poor new girlfriend! At least I never had a child with you! You're nothing! A sorry excuse for a man!"

He brings his foot back and stamps on my chest again. A whoosh of air leaves my body as I feel my ribs crack. I cannot even scream, the pain is so overwhelming I feel I may pass out. He laughs! A cold, hollow sound. He has removed his belt now, and has put the end through the buckle, creating a loop. In a flash he has put it over my head, pulling it tight around my neck, my hair trapped between it and my skin, pulling painfully as he tightens the home crafted noose. I pull at it, and attempt to scratch at his arms, but my fighting is futile.

A thought hits me. The TV!!!

If I can reach the coffee table I can maybe turn it on, creating some sound that might draw some attention, or at least rouse Jung Lee. Anything is worth a go at this point. I begin to struggle, squirming under his foot so much it throws him off balance, just enough for me to spring forward and slam my right hand down on the table. I howl as the pain from my fracture shoots up my arm, but the TV comes to life. The noose now loosened I am able to shout "MAX VOLUME" at it and the TV responds! There is what seems to be a dance music channel on, what brilliant luck! The volume steadily increases, passing 50, continuing to climb higher. Shaun is covering his ears, desperately searching for a remote to turn it off. The TV reaches 100, the sound is incredible! It is so powerful I can feel my heart vibrating in my chest!

I take advantage of Shauns momentary distraction and manage to scramble away from him, heading towards the main door. He whirls around and catches my ankle and I fall to the floor, searing pain travelling up my arm as I attempt to save myself.

He stands tall and kicks me, hard, landing squarely in my abdomen.

"Nice try bitch" he shouts, dragging me by my foot towards the bedroom.

"I'm going to fuck you to death in his bed, then I'm going to leave your bloody and battered body on it for him to find!" he sneers

Shaun lifts me by my foot and my hair, drags me across to the bedroom and launches me onto the giant mattress. He rips the cord from my robe and ties my left hand to the post of Yoongis bed before I have a chance to move. He takes the belt from my neck and uses it to secure my left foot to the post and the foot of the bed. I am restrained. Immobile, but still not cowed.

Shaun looks at me and seems to be enjoying the view, licking his lips and rubbing his palms together. I shudder. He disgusts me! He sees the look on my face and smirks.

"Where are my manners?" he drawls. "I should really clean up a little before we get started shouldnt i! You can stay there and anticipate what is coming your way while I shower. You're not going anywhere are you baby?" he laughs, and moves towards the bedroom doors to close them as the noise is deafening, before turning and heading into the bathroom.

I hear the shower running, and him start singing! I know from experience that I have approximately 10 minutes before he is back. The TV is still blaring, so shouting isn't going to help me. I can't stand as my arm and leg are tied too tightly to the posts. The belt is too strong to snap, so my only hope is to get the robe cord around my wrist loose. I pull on it as hard as I can. I can see how tight it is tied, my fingers looking swollen and purple, the blood trapped beneath the skin. My right hand is completely useless, the pain in it is horrendous. I continue to pull on the cord until I hear the shower stop running!

Shaun returns to the bedroom, naked, but thankfully cleaner. The beard remains. I gulp, and offer up a silent prayer for someone to come and help me. As he approaches the bed I see a flash of light in his hand. I concentrate on it and am horrified to find it is a cut throat razor!!

Shaun comes and sits beside me on the bed.

"I see you have noticed my little surprise for you" he says, raising the razor and waving it at me. "I just found it in the bathroom cabinet. I wonder what Yoongi uses it for? Oh we are going to have so much fun Mackenzie! So much fun!!"

He opens the razor up, looking at the blade, turning it over in his hands and watching as the light glints off of it. He looks like a maniac! Like Jack Nicholson's character in 'The Shining'. Utterly terrifying!!

He kneels up onto the bed, sitting on my right foot, both my feet now secured! He leans forward and then realises my right hand is still free. Although damaged and painful it could still cause him issue. He gets up and goes into my wardrobe, which is still open after I had been looking for clothes just minutes ago. It feels like hours have passed! He returns with a stocking and secures my right hand to the same post as my left. The pain is excruciating, and it makes me cry out. He loves hearing me scream, so I am annoyed that I have given him what he wants, but I can't help it.

He sits back on my feet and waves the razor over my torso, the way a wizard casting a spell might.

"Oh, so many options for me. I have a new toy and I can't wait to use it, but how? Maybe I'll cut your hair off? Hmm.... or maybe I'll take off the tip of your nose? A finger perhaps? Calm yourself Shaun" he chides himself, "you can do all of that, but Iet's start with this"

He cuts open the camisole I'm wearing, so I am now also naked. He puts the sharp edge of the razor to my collarbone and digs it into my skin. I whimper, but he just seems to be more excited by this, his nakedness means I'm unable to avoid noticing his growing erection. He starts to draw the razor down my chest, the thin red line left in its wake oozing blood, then continues down between my boobs to my belly button.

I gasp. It stings, but it is bearable. This is nowhere near the most pain he has ever caused me, but it's the most scared I have ever been. Although he has often threatened me with weapons he has never actually used one before!

He puts the razor to one side and uses his palms to massage the blood into my body, smearing it all over my chest and neck. His breath catches in his throat. He is so turned on by this. What a sick perverted bully he is. He runs his hands up my body, squeezing my boobs so hard I Yelp, digging his nails into my flesh. He then rubs my blood onto my face, covering me, then forces his fingers into my mouth and holds my bottom jaw in a vice like grip, effectively pinning me into place.

I'd love to bite his fucking fingers clean from his hand but I cannot create enough pressure to manage it.

He lifts himself off of my feet and moves my right leg out to the side of me, putting his hand heavily on my knee, keeping me open and displayed. This is the humiliation part of the all too familiar scenario. He begins to talk about me in derogatory terms, calling me names, using vulgar language to describe what he can see, what he's going to do to me. He is excitedly detailing his plans for me out loud. This is supposed to frighten me, and it usually would, but something inside me has just snapped, and I will not be afraid. I will not give him the satisfaction. I also realise that the longer he talks the greater my chance of rescue.

The taste of my blood in my mouth is beginning to make me nauseous, or is that the feel of his hands on my body?! The blood on my body is beginning to congeal. Shaun is busy touching me, totally engrossed in his actions. I zone out. I retreat into my own mind. I am thinking about my kids. I am thinking about Yoongi. I can feel the pain Shaun is causing me, but it is a dull, distant pain... almost as if I am watching someone else experience it.

Shaun is continuing to make lewd remarks, gripping my throat with both hands, compressing my windpipe. I feel consciousness leaving my body, then he releases me, drawing the razor along my abdomen from hip to hip. This wound feels deeper. I can feel the warm wetness of my blood running down my sides towards the bed below me, I can smell the metallic edge too. Shaun is laying over me now, positioning himself to bring the ultimate humiliation and punishment. He moves his hips forward and attempts to enter me but I am able to move my body enough to prevent this. My actions make him apoplectic with rage! I get some hard slaps to my face and he holds my hips down into the bed as he attempts to penetrate me again. I turn my head to my left while Shaun slobbers all over my neck and I feel him enter me. He slams himself into me, over and over, the weight of his body pushing me up the bed with each thrust, my restrained legs pulling painfully at my knee joint with the jolting movements. He is screaming obscenities while he does so, telling me how worthless I am, how I'm lucky that he is giving me one last thrill before he ends me, how I can go to my eternal rest as a satisfied woman.

I can hear him but it seems almost like i am underwater, the words muffled. My brain is shutting down to protect my soul. While he struggles with my restraints in an attempt to flip me over so he can really humiliate me I see Yoongi in the doorway to the bedroom.

He is scarlet! A look of fury on his face. He shouts "Volume MUTE" at the TV and there is silence. Shaun turns his head and sneers, "Yoongi!! Hi. Welcome home!! Hey?! Do you want to join?! She's nicely broken in now....... mmmmm...... so wet for me!" He lies, the pain I am feeling testament to that fact.

"GET OFF OF HER!!" Yoongi screams. I can see the spit flying out of his mouth, his face almost purple with rage.

"Now why would I do that, hmmm? She is my wife after all. This is what a man and his wife do together Yoongi. It is a mans right to take pleasure in his.... no.... FROM his wife.....whenever he wants to."

He illustrates his power by placing the knife at my throat and telling Yoongi to watch closely, offering him a lesson in how to treat your wife properly!

Yoongi is actually murdering Shaun with his glare! The loathing on his face, his intense hatred, is palpable. I can actually feel it radiating from his body like heat from a raging fire.

I imagine this is how a volcano that is about to erupt would look if it was in human form, or how the Devil himself looks when he is incandescent with rage. I giggle at the image I have created of Yoongi, red faced, cheeks puffed out, steam spewing from his ears and about to explode. I watched far too many loony tunes as a child!

Both men turn to look at me. Yoongi with total bewilderment, Shaun with malignant contempt. It seems he has finally tired of this game. He raises the razor above my face, running the flat edge down my cheek toward my neck. Just as I feel the point of it pierce my skin and hear Shaun say "Goodbye Mackenzie" there is a loud bang.

Shaun looks shocked, drops the razor and falls forward onto me, the full weight of his body crushing me, forcing the air from my lungs.

Yoongi has shot him!!!