(Reader discretion advised. 18+ mature content)

"Please!" she pleaded to Nicolai. "Please kill me now. PLEASE!"
Nicolai waved a dismissive hand, picked up a beer, and walked to the other end of the terrace.
Pavlov approached her, grinning ear to ear. He was practically salivating.
"You.. uh.. look like.. model.. Hollywood!" Pavlov said in his broken English.
Ashley shook her head in denial of her situation.
Tears rolled down her face in a torrent.
She whimpered like a cornered animal.
Pavlov shoved the pet water bottle into her mouth, and Ashley drank gratefully.
"I.. uh.. need.. you.. wet.. for fuck." he stammered.
Feeling hydrated, Ashley let out a fresh scream at the top of her lungs.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE HELP! ANYBODY!"
Oof!
Pavlov hit her in the gut this time. The punch knocked the wind out of her.
“Tisina, kurvo! (Be quiet, slut!)”
He held her face between his hands and kissed her square on the lips.
Ashley, reeling with pain, inhaled his rancid breath. It reeked of burnt tobacco, rotting meat, and beer.
She gagged as she gasped for life.
Pavlov shoved his tongue into her mouth and licked her gums. He bit her lower lip so hard that it almost split in two.
Ashley's face was already deadened from the prior blows. She barely felt what he was doing to her above the neck.
Pavlov held the lapels of her shirt and ripped it wide. Buttons fell like glass marbles on the terrace floor.
Ashley felt a gust of cold on her bust. Pavlov pulled down her bra and her breasts popped out. He grabbed them greedily.
Ashley heaved against the duct tape bounds, but it was fruitless. She had barely any energy left. She opened her eyes to look into her assailant's face and spat on it in disgust. Pavlov did not seem deterred. In fact, the act made him more enthusiastic in grappling with her breasts.
The villain removed a pocket pistol from its holster and brandished it at the beauty.
"Shoot me!" Ashley shrieked. "Kill me, you miserable piece of shit!"
Pavlov shoved the barrel of the gun down her open trousers, between her legs.
Ashley opened her mouth wide and gasped as the cold metal touched her warm insides.
“Kako se sada osecas, kurvo? (How do you feel now, slut)? Da li vam se ovo svida? (Is this more to your liking?)"
Leaving the gun still jammed between her legs, Pavlov took off his pants and underwear.
Ashley dared not look down. Her mind panicked while her body drained by the second.
"Let me-" she mumbled.
"Eh?"
"Let me suck your dick!"
Pavlov froze, taken aback. Then a black-toothed smile spread across his lips.
"Ah.. you.. Suck?"
Ashley nodded.
The Serb had nothing to lose. The premise of getting a blowjob from a ravishing woman about to die was a fetish he did not want to miss.
He cut the duct tape binding her, with a blade. First, he snapped the rolls around her legs and then those around her gut.
Ashley dropped from the slanted table and went down on her knees.
Pavlov, chuckling, stepped forward with his smelly, erect member shoving it at her face.
Ashley took a deep breath, mustered all her strength, made a fist, and landed a punch square between his legs.
Pavlov's knees buckled, and he collapsed on the floor, writhing.
Without pausing to think, Ashley rushed to her feet and made a run towards the floor exit of the terrace. The door was around thirty feet away.
'I can make it!'
She sprinted on her bare feet, half-naked, her breasts dangling in the air, her bush half-exposed in the open.
'Almost there. A few feet away.'
Ashley heard a bang.
'A gunshot?'
A few seconds later, she found herself on the floor. She had fallen flat on her belly. Her jaw had hit the concrete with a smack. All she saw were stars.
Ashley felt a warmth spreading on her left leg. Blood? What else could it be?
A bullet had shattered her knee.
She turned on her side, gasping for breath as the blinding pain arrived. Her face twisted into a patchwork of agony.
From the other end of the terrace, Nicolai ran towards her with a smoking gun.
Ashley's mind was still hyperactive.
'The floor exit is a few feet away. Even if I reach it, the Serb will bridge the gap within half a minute and catch me.'
'What should I do?'
Ashley found herself dragging her body towards the east edge of the terrace. It was close by.
She grabbed onto a railing and hoisted herself up and over it.
"No, wait! Stop!" she could hear Nicolai shouting from a distance.
Ashley's feet found the outer ledge of the terrace. It was unplastered, just bricks lined up and set in. The building was still under construction, and the terrace was on the 22nd floor. A perilous drop to the ground loomed under her feet.
Ashley looked into the distance. The sun had just peeked above the horizon. It was breaking dawn.
'Life is full of irony. Why did such terrible events have to happen at such a beautiful time of the day? Unfortunate.'
A smile formed on her lips. The fear in her was gone. She felt free of shackles that had imprisoned her for a long time now.
Then she jumped.
Ashley fell like a rag doll.
'I wish I had wings,' she thought as the wind flurried around, deafening her, wobbling her body during the descent. She closed her eyes, expecting it would take a while for her to hit the ground.
Pluck!
Abruptly, a sharp, blistering pain shot through her gut.
Her body twisted back over, almost breaking into a half.
Ashley had been impaled by a steel rod jutting out from the thirteenth floor.
Death came in a few seconds.
Everything went inky black.