In Death...

Eyes shut tightly, pleading silently for it to end. That's all there was in the dark room she was trapped in. That, and the continuous, atrocious thrusting in and out. She could hear the incredibly fierce slapping of skin on skin and it was all she could do not to cry out from the agonizing burning within her body. All that filled her ears were the slapping and the bed squeaking tremendously beneath her. In fact, it was so forceful that she could feel the springs moving up into her back each time the man thrust. She couldn't bear it any longer and she thought she would faint.

Finally, there was a grunt and the feeling of hot liquid flooding into her body and she winced and turned her head sharply to the side. She breathed in and held on tightly to the edge of the bed. When it was all over, she was grabbed by the hair and tossed to the other side of the room. She was naked. Her clothed lay in strips on the floor. She had fought so hard to keep her dignity and her pride, but it was all in vain. Everything was torn away from her. Broken and shredded on the floor, like her clothing.

The man walked over to her and crouched down. He took her face in his hands and looked at her. "You're not very interesting entertainment, bitch. I guess I'll just have to try some other things that might amuse me." He grinned and she shuddered.

She tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her back and mounted her from behind. She cried out as the pounding into her fragile flesh began once more. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tears ran down her pale cheeks. When would this ever end? What had she done to deserve such pain and betrayal? He said that she could trust him and then he turned around and did this to her. All she was, was his slave. His play thing until he grew tired of her.

She wasn't sure of when the tremendous pounding and pulsating of his sex had stopped, as she could still feel the impending throbbing long after he had left her there lying on the floor. He would have probably left town by then, so she could not report him. However, that was about the last thing on her mind at the moment. What she was thinking of was far more important than that, in her own opinion at that moment.

She was thinking of how she could leave that place with no clothing. She thought of if she even *wanted* to leave that place or if she would rather just die there. She wondered about, if she did decide to leave there and possibly go back to her home, would she ever be able to look anyone in the face ever again after what had happened to her? Would this night forever haunt her memory and intrude her thoughts no matter what she done or where she went? Would she be forever stained by betrayal and tainted by dirty hands? As the events that took place that night started playing over and over in her head, tears stained her cheeks and kept pouring until she thought she would drown.

She rolled over and looked at her tattered clothing, then rolled over again. It was rather unpleasant, as it sent shock up her injured back and internal parts. She stared out at the window and it's night sky. It was raining. Such a perfect way to describe what she felt. She felt as if she would cry a river until she drowned in it. She rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. However, the image of her rapist's face stared down at her and she rolled quickly to her stomach, sending large amounts of pain through her entire body.

"I think I'll just stay here and rot..." she whispered through half sobs from more tears streaming down her face.

What was the point in going on anyway? Her life would never be the same. No one would ever understand how and what she felt. No one would ever be able to imagine what kind of horrors would lay in her dreams. They would never be able to feel the harsh pounding of flesh through fragile flesh and they would never be able to feel the pain. It would never go away. As long as she lived, she would feel it and she would fear being touched for the rest of her life, so why not just lie there and die? There's no pain and no horrors in death...