Young Writers Society

She curled up at his feet, weeping. ''Why do you want to do this? Have I done something wrong?''

He stepped back from her, showing disgust at her tears.''What have you done... it's more of what haven't you done. Why won't you come with me, why won't you do what I want you to do?''

She covered her face with her hands, ''I do not wish to... it's not right. I was mistaken, you aren't who I thought you were... you're just an abuser...''

He kicked her hard, she yelped and rolled away from him. Standing up she stared at him, hurt reflecting in her eyes. ''You truly are a smart girl aren't you, well then... I guess I don't have a choice, since you aren't willing, I will just make you.''

He leaped at her, shoving her down to the ground, he tore at her clothes. She resisted, trying hard to get away from him, ''NO! PLEASE! HELP!.... SOMEONE HELP ME!'' she screamed.

He slapped her hard across the mouth, breaking her jaw. ''Shut up wench, there is no one here to help you now.''

He tore off her shirt and bra, caressing her form, he moved his hands up to her breasts and started to feel the smooth skin. Trembling she tried to get away from him, but strength was draining out of her body. His hands explored her exposed skin, smiling insanely at her terrified expression, reached down and slid off the rest of her clothing. She resisted with the last of her strength, but he was too powerful, there was no one around, no one would know... until it was too late...

Another rape in this world, another life lost to the over powering drive of sex and torture and perverted minds. Another person lost, and certainly, not the last...