Author's Note: Talk about hiatus…Sorry you guys. My original copy of all of my work for this story (meaning chapters thirteen and beyond) was deleted from my computer when it crashed last year. Then I decided to give up on Jill's Choices because of the workload. I hope you all will enjoy this. Thanks, you guys, for anyone still reading this ancient work of mine! Keep reading and reviewing! : Oh, and by the way, this storyis stopping here it's not completedand then I roll out the REVISITED VERSION, which is the same story just written a lot better.

This isn't my most polished chapter, but here it is anyway…please be cautious that this chapter ends quite abruptly, and I apologise for that. It's just because I'm so anxious to start the revision, which I am currently working on. Thanks.

SAVIOUR

Brian's strong grip on Jill's throat and wrists was too much for Jill alone to handle. He had pinned her onto the floor, his heavy, muscled body mass on top of her. His eyes were filled with lust, his evil grin seemed to be peering into her thoughts, and his strength seemed to feed on her fear.

"Brian!" Jill cried out, trying to wriggle herself free from beneath Brian. "Dammit Brian!" she tried with all her strength to throw off the behemoth of a man but he would not budge. She cried out more, calling for the nonexistent help that would come to her aid. She felt a stream of tears burst from her eyes as her mouth hung agape in agony and dread.

As she was struggling to free herself, Brian let go of her throat and reached down for his pants, attempting to reach into his briefs so that he would be able to enjoy Jill's body in its fine entirety. He reached inside for his member that grew rapidly behind his tightening briefs. He then managed to pull his manhood through the opening of the briefs and out into the open. At this sight Jill began to struggle harder but to no avail.

Brian then gripped on to Jill's spandex shorts and began to tug at them. Jill let out another squeal and cry, which only excited him even more.

"C'mon," he said to her calmly. "It's only going to hurt a bit. After a few minutes it'll be like riding on clouds. Just relax and enjoy the moment, Jill. You know you want this." He tugged harder at her shorts, but then, instead, began to probe beneath her shirt.

He caressed her body, running his fingers along the fine lines of her breasts, and then began to grope them in his enjoyment. Her round breasts felt warm in his strong grip.

He pulled his hand from under her shirt and forced that off of her instead, quickly letting go of her wrists to pull it off then grabbed them back in his strong grip. And there she was, bare-chested and breathing heavily, almost exhausted. But he wouldn't let her tire out just yet, not until he was finished with her.

Jill was panicking, worried for her life and her well-being. Brian was completely violating her and no doubt intended on raping her, as well. She couldn't allow that to happen—she wouldn't! But no matter how hard she struggled to free herself it seemed as if Brian only put more weight on her.

But then, just as she thought her life was over, she heard a man's voice coming from the distance, calling her name.

"Jill!" he called out. "Jill!" he repeated, with every call his voice became more and more distinct. Could it be?

He went flying up the stairwell until he reached the designated apartment. He stopped for a moment in front of the door, almost hesitating to go in, but it was then that he heard a woman scream for help.

"Jill!" he cried out. "Jill!" he went for the doorknob and tried turning it but it was locked! He wriggled it harder in hope of jogging it open but to no avail. So it was then that he began ramming the door with his shoulder until he could break it open.

BAM! BAM! He paused for a second, then resumed. BAM! BAM!

"Jill!" he called out. "I'm coming!"

BAM! CRASH!

The wooden door splintered at the hinges and where the lock was. One more ram and the door would be open.

BAM! CRASH!

The door crashed open and immediately fell onto the wooden floor of the apartment. He ran into the apartment, following the yelps for help. He had to help Jill, he wouldn't allow her to be hurt another second!

"Jill? Jill!" he ran down the hall where he saw shadows struggling in one of the rooms. When he reached the room and witnessed the happenings of it he reacted to first instincts—

"CHRIS!" Jill cried out.

Chris stood not one second in the doorway. He immediately tackled Brian off of Jill and began punching him in the sides but Brian did not give up without a fight. He returned punches delivering them to Chris's pretty boy face and trimmed body. The two brawled on the floor, ripping at each other's muscled bodies.

Jill froze there in shock, but then, almost automatically, got up off the ground and ran for the phone in the hallway. She picked up the receiver and dialled the operator to phone in the police.

As soon as she was connected to the police, she screamed into the receiver: "There's a man in my house who's trying to assault me! Please hurry!"

She let out a scream of fright as she saw bodies fly past her, crashing against the wall. The colliding bodies twisted and writhed, snapping at each other's throats, grunting and punching and kicking and screaming—their eyes glinted with fury.

Only a few minutes had past by before Jill heard the bleating sounds of sirens of the San Diego Police Department zooming down her street. Next she heard the screeching of rubber on cement, then the voices of several strong men, all making their way up to Jill's complex.

There was a sudden rumble of bodies raging through the doorway, immediately finding their target and ripped at the two beasts clawing each other on the hardwood floor. For a second there was a grappling of six bodies wrestling each other down.

It was only ten minutes into the brawl that Brian was ripped from Chris by two massive police officers, drenched in his own perspiration and his eyes and veins still bulging and pulsating with fiery rage.

With the two officers holding on to him, Brian roared, "Bitch! You're just gonna fuck him and leave again!" He then turned his attention to Chris. "She doesn't love you. She's a fuckin' whore! All she wants is sex!" And with that final note, the officers took the still raging Brian out of the apartment, leaving Jill and Chris with the remaining officer to make their report.

Jill recounted the incident with Brian, barely holding back the tears that edged the brim of her eyelids. After she had fallen onto Chris' shoulder and began sobbing. She was exhausted and glad that Chris had come to her. All she needed now was a friend to cling to so that she can assure to herself that she isn't alone in the world.

Chris, she thought sobbingly in her mind.