Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Kicked Out
“You must be delusional!”, said Rayne angerly.

She placed the bags she was carrying on the ground and walked over to Dillon.

“Let me say this for the last time. Dillon we are over! There is nothing you can do to change my mind.”

Dillon’s blood boiled at the harshness of Rayne’s words. He was so angry that his mental snapped and he began to laugh hysterically.

He stood up from the couch and walked over towards Rayne, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Bending over to her ear he said, “Tonight, I will really make you my woman”.

Hearing his disgusting words Rayne wiggled her body to break free from his grasp. But Dillon was one step ahead, grabbing hear arms and holding them behind her.

He laughed as he held her from behind, her back facing him.

“Be good now”, he said as excitement washed over him.

Rayne took a deep breath and stayed calm. She never expected that Dillon would be the first person she would used her self defense moves on.

The position that Dillon was restraining her in was one of the common ones, as Brent explained in one of their lessons. He had Rayne practice breaking out of it until she mastered it.

As Dillon forcefully pushed Rayne towards her bedroom, she suddenly whipped her body around, skillfully breaking out of his grasp.

Using the element of surprise, Rayne then kicked Dillon directly on his manhood, causing him to fall over in extreme pain.

She ran over to the kitchen counter and picked up an empty wine bottle and came back to threaten him.

“If you don’t leave right now, I will make sure your despicable ass will stay in jail for the rest of your life!”, she yelled.

Dillon saw her clenching the neck of the wine bottle, ready to strike if she needed. He was in so much pain from her kick that beads of sweat rolled down his face.

He was furious, but he knew that she was serious about sending him to jail. One of the requirements to work for this new boss was that he needed a clean record. He got paid really well and didn’t want to lose this job.

He remembered hearing from his ‘coworker’ that the boss would even use beautiful women as rewards for handling tough jobs. Maybe he could ask about subduing Rayne. Whether by force or by drugs, Dillon was more determined than ever to dominate this woman.

He slowly got up off the ground and made his way towards the entry door. Looking back he saw Rayne watching him closely, with the wine bottle in hand.

“This isn’t over. You will always belong to me”.

Dillon then walked out, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Rayne fell to the floor. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and her body started to shake.

She was incredibly thankful to Brent for teaching her this specific set of moves, else she would’ve ended up in a horrifying predicament.

Rayne was also deeply saddened by Dillon’s drastic personality shift. He used to be kind and caring, always respectful of her. Now he’s changed into someone who would go as far as taking someone against their will.

The fact that he broke into her apartment, even after Rayne changed the lock left her feeling nervous. If he’s done it once, he can do it again. The only solution would be to move someplace new.

Although Rayne really liked her current apartment, she had been entertaining the idea of moving someplace else. She wanted to chose a place that had better construction along with a better location, to serve as a starting point for when the apocalypse started.

She sat on the floor making plans to find a new place as early as tomorrow. She wanted to be gone before Dillon came back.

Rayne slowly got up off the ground. She was exhausted; all she wanted to do was take a quick shower and go to sleep.

Before she called it a night, she went over to the entry door and locked it. Looking at the door, Rayne wasn’t happy that she still didn’t feel safe. She opened her system panel and looked through to see if she could block her door with something heavy.

Her eyes landed on one of the snowmobiles that she stored earlier today. This snowmobile was made from quality materials and had a solid metal frame, making it really heavy.

Moments later a sleek snowmobile sat in front of the entry way door, blocking anyone from opening the door, even if the lock was picked.

Although this solution wasn’t perfect, it was better than nothing. Rayne had already planned to go visit a realtor tomorrow morning in hopes of moving out quickly.

After taking a quick shower, Rayne quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up later than usual. She would have continued to sleep even longer if her stomach hadn’t protested in hunger.

Entering the kitchen, Rayne opened the refrigerator to find it completely empty.

“Why did I even look?” she mumbled as she opened her system screen. Moments later, an iced coffee and a bagel appeared on the table.

Rayne quickly ate and went to get changed so she could head out to find a suitable realtor. Online, Rayne found a realtor who specialized in luxury housing, with the added bonus that it was on the other side of town—away from her and Dillon’s apartments.

Grabbing her keys, she headed out, and before long, she stepped into a small, glass building. As Rayne walked in, an older woman came over to politely greet her.

“Hello, welcome to X Realty. My name is Nadia. How can I help you?”

“Hello Nadia, I’m Rayne! I’m here today to hopefully buy a house,” replied Rayne.

Nadia smiled and led Rayne over to sit at her desk.

“Now, can you tell me a little about what you’re looking for?” asked Nadia as she turned to her computer.

“I’m looking for a condo, not a single-family detached house. I want it to be of relatively new construction, on this side of town, and it must have good security,” stated Rayne.

Nadia nodded as she typed. “And what is your price range?”

Rayne smiled. “I don’t have one.”