Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella by Rachel Nixx

to feel his hand on the back of her arm. Zee would stop her. Any minute
now. Right?
    At the top of the
subway steps, he finally caught up to her, touching her elbow. She turned, the
smile already halfway to her lips.
    But instead of Zee,
she was face to face with a different man. Much smaller than Zee, he wore an
ill-fitting suit and a bright red knit hat that matched his scarf. He was much
too coordinated for a mugger. He looked like a banker who’d been on a bender
for the weekend. He was moving too close, too fast, and Anna stepped backward
naturally, not wanting to be in this guy’s way.
    But the man grabbed
her by the upper arm and spun her around so that she faced him. He gripped her
tightly. Another man she hadn’t noticed until then came in tight, shielding
them. The first flashed something metallic from his pocket. He did it too
quickly, and she couldn’t tell if it was a knife or a gun, but whatever it was,
it was enough for her to know what was going on.
    “Your purse.”
    Fuck . She hadn’t been robbed in years. And she had
her laptop in her bag.
    She managed a shaky
smile. “How about my wallet? I have about sixty bucks in it.” Keep the
laptop. She had a set of plans she hadn’t saved to her backup drive yet,
plans that would take her hours to redraft.
    “ C’mon , bitch.
Hand it over.”
    Anna reached into her
bag.
    “The whole thing, you
cunt.” The second guy shoved her in the shoulder so that she ricocheted hard
into Red Scarf.
    It was one thing for
Zee to call her a cunt. He made it sound like an endearment, the name dripping
from his lips. It was another for this asshole to do it.
    “Fuck off ,” she
said, bringing her fist up into the second man’s solar plexus.   The move felt urgent. Instinctive. With
her left foot she kicked at Red Scarf’s legs, but she missed and slipped on the
wet pavement.
    “Bitch.”
    With their arms
grasping hers, they spun her farther from the subway entrance, farther from
potential assistance, and pressed her to the wall of a narrow alley. They
cornered her then, pushing her against the brick, hands reaching, grabbing, for
anything in reach. They ripped her bag from her grasp, and then patted her
down. One of them shoved his arm against her crotch. Red Scarf leaned so close
she could tell he was hard. She could tell he wanted her to know.
    Anna held her breath.
She folded in her shoulders to make herself small. A mouse. Invisible.
    She closed her eyes.
    Then she took the
biggest gulp of air her lungs could take and came out flying.
    She was a banshee. A
wildcat. Something primal tore from her vocal cords and she gave the sound all
the air she could spare. When Red Scarf grabbed at her arms, she twisted away
and scratched at his eyes. When the other man kneed her in the gut, she ignored
the pain and kicked harder, her limbs flying. They couldn’t hold her.
    She fought ,
without regard to pain.
    Even if they won, even
if they took her to the ground and beat her—or worse—Anna would
know she had fought. A deep scarlet burst of pride blended into the pain.
    Red Scarf finally
pinned one of her arms and with his other hand squeezed her throat. Anna saw
black spots dancing at the edge of her vision, but she managed to bring her
knee up sharply into his groin. He twisted away with a curse.
    Anna heard a roar
behind the men’s heads. Then, as if they’d been hit by a passing truck, the men
flew away from her, one followed by the next. Red Scarf bounced off the brick
and came back full force at Zee who almost filled the space with his bulk.
    With another bellow
that echoed down the street, Zee hit Red Scarf with an wide uppercut, sending
the man’s head into the brick with a dull smack. The other man released Anna
and windmilled at Zee but was unceremoniously tossed like a bag of flour into
the fire escape behind him.
    Zee put both hands on
Anna’s shoulders and fixed her gaze with his. “Are you hurt?”
    “No,” Anna said. No,
she wasn’t. Thank god, she