~*~Prologue~*~
She ran as quickly as she could, but not fast enough. She collapsed onto the ground, the heavy weight of her attacker on her back. Fighting against him, she struggled to get away, his hands ripping at her cloak and dress. She screamed just as her father had taught her to do, but it only seemed to fuel the man. He flung her cloak away, his hands groping at the edge of her dress. She felt the softness of the fabric pushed up along her legs, she kicked wildly in hopes of getting him away from her.
“Whore!” he yelled, his calloused hand smacking her across the face. A thin trickle of blood appeared in the corner of her mouth. She screamed again only to have her face covered by one of his large hands. He pushed her dress up higher, almost taking it off her; he held it over her head as she fought against his touch. His hands grabbed at her breasts before he pulled his trousers down.
He grinned with satisfaction at her muffled screams as he forced himself into her. The pain of him forcing himself upon her was unlike anything she had ever felt, causing tears to swell in her eyes. She begged him to stop, which only made him that much more eager. His hips thrust against her small frame until she stopped screaming, until only sobs remained. His desire fulfilled he pulled his trousers back up as he stood; he aimed a kick at her ribs before he walked away from her.
Curling in on herself, she held her ribs as she sobbed more than ever before. Her dress was up around her shoulders but she did not care, nothing mattered anymore. She could still feel him inside of her, ripping her apart. She pulled her knees tighter to her body as she shook. The longer she lay there the more she wanted it all to end, just to disappear, and never to be found again.
She didn’t have anything left, she lost everything. What could she possibly offer a husband now? Her father had so little now, and because of her, he would lose all hope of ever gaining anything back. She was worthless now, a whore, a lowly woman doomed to be nothing more. She closed her eyes tight as the sound of approaching footsteps; she could not stop herself from shaking. She screamed when a foreign hand touched her shoulder.
“Shh…my child. Ye be safe now,” whispered a gentle voice. “What be ya name, young one?”
“I…Iris. My name is Iris. Please don’t hurt me,” she answered her voice weak.
“I won’t hurt ya, Iris. I’m goin’ to help ya, would ya like that?”Iris nodded slowly as the woman covered her with her cloak. She got to her feet slowly with the woman’s help. The woman’s body was covered with a thick, green woollen cloak, the hood shadowed her head. Iris took one of the woman’s gloved hands and stood close to her. She had no reason to fear this gentle woman who had showed her such kindness. As they walked towards the forest the suns first light began to creep slowly into the village behind them.
