This is something I started a while ago, I'm not sure if I should continue it... And I have no title, all suggestions are greatly appreciated! Now go! Rip it apart!
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She had to run.
She had to get away, far away from him.
He had hurt her, not more then an hour ago.
He, the man she loved, who she thought loved her, the man she was to be married to, had tried to take away her innocence. She was weak, dizzy, she felt as if she was going to vomit. But she ran, trying to forget what had just happened.
She had been walking home from the sheep farm, where she had been carding, and spinning all day.
It was dark, but it was a full moon, a shining face casting light from the heavens onto the fields of wheat on either side of the dirt path. She saw a figure stumbling towards her, as it came closer she realized it was Hans, her Hans. She ran to see what the matter was.
As she ran up, he grabbed ahold of her shoulders and slurred:
"Carrra, jussst the woman I wanted to sssee."
She could smell the bitter scent of alcohol on his breath. His hand started making its way down from her shoulders to her chest, She felt suddenly repulsed of him, of her one and only. Cara tried to pull herself from his grasp, but he was strong and held her tightly. His eyes hungrily stared at her bust.
“Hans... Let go, let go! What are you doing?!?” Her voice rose in panic.
“Relaxx,” He replied “It will feel good, trusst mee”
As he said this he pushed her to the ground roughly. Her head hit a rock, and pain shot though her skull. Hans clamored on top of her, pulling at her dress. Cara started screaming.
“HELP! Oh my god, HELP!”
He shoved his dirty handkerchief into her mouth, as he pinned her arms down. She struggled, continuing to scream despite the gag. She thrashed her body, trying to get him off of her, as he attempted to quite her. Cara kicked her legs hard, hitting him in the crotch; and he fell over groaning in pain. She pushed him off of her, dizzily stumbled up; and started running.
Through the fields, across the brook on the other side of the sea of wheat, and into the woods. She ran, hard and fast. The tree branches grabbed at her, her clothes, and her hair.
They clawed at her, as He had. The place where she had hit the rock, just under her right eye, bled. It rained, pelting her skin, but not washing away the feeling of his hands on her. She ran still, until she could no longer. She tripped, and fell, she tried, but her body did not have the energy to rise. She felt her stomach contract, and she vomited. As she lay there she felt the world slipping away, and everything went black…
