As Pat was getting into his car, I was calling the house to see if she had made it home ok. There was no answer, and I was getting worried. I told myself that maybe she had to work a little over to calm myself down enough to concentrate on my air shift.
I may have been worried, but Pat was more terrified than at any time in her life. She realized that the serial rapist preying on the women of Memphis for the last two weeks, by all likelihood, had just trapped her inside his rape chamber, and she was all alone.
As soon as he entered the car, she demanded to be let out. When he refused, Pat dove across him to grab the knife getting an elbow in the face for her trouble. That knocked her back against the seat. She used the momentum of bouncing off the seat to go for his throat with her nails. She was scratching and ripping at his neck and face. He started hitting her in the face with his fist as she scrabbled to get her feet up on the seat. When she did, she dove backward into the backseat hoping she could escape the car from one of the backdoors. As her shoulders hit the seat, he was right on top of her continuing the beating. She tried to block his punches with her arms and covered her face. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back to continue his assault on her. He ripped out handfuls of her hair as he did. He got one more clear shot at her face and punched her right in the month.
The pain was excruciating as she felt not only the pain of the knuckles making contact, but she also felt one of her front teeth snapping and being ripped from her mouth.
She felt her head start to throb as the beating continued; she was barely conscious.
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