His hand grips my hair and yanks me backward. I scream.
Then he throws me down—hard.
My head whips back and slams into the ground. A dull, sickening crack. Pain explodes across my skull. My vision goes white for a moment. A warm, sticky wetness begins to spread along my scalp.
Dizzy. Disoriented. Everything tilts.
He’s over me in seconds.
With what little strength I have left, I kick, claw, scream his name—but it only feeds his rage.
The slap lands like a lightning bolt. Sound turns to static. My ears ring.
Blood. I taste blood.
Then a kick to my stomach. And another. I curl into myself, coughing, choking on sobs. Each breath is a knife in my ribs.
“Stop!” I whimper. “Please, stop—”
“Stop?” he laughs, breath ragged and shaking. “I’m just getting started.”
My skirt—white, with red polka dots—has bunched up around my thighs. His eyes land there, lingering with a sick hunger.
“Bet you wore this for him,” he sneers. “Did he have you in this? I’m gonna have my share, too.”
He grabs the fabric and tears it. My underwear rips next, the sound splitting the night like a scream.
I thrash beneath him, kicking, screaming, clawing at his arms. I fight with everything I have.
“No!” I scream. “No, please! Don’t—”
He pins me down, his weight crushing, the gravel biting into my back. Then he slaps me again, harder this time. My head jerks to the side. The world tilts again.
My cries dissolve into choking sobs.
“Stop. Please, stop—”
But he doesn’t stop. Never intended to.
And then—
He’s inside me.
My mind shatters.
I try to scream, but my throat is gone—burned out by terror and pain.
I float above myself, watching like I’m not even there. I’m not me anymore. Just a girl. A broken doll torn apart by a monster.
“You don’t get to say ‘no’ tonight,” he growls against my ear.
His thrusts are wild. Violent. Full of rage. Each one sends pain ripping through my hips, my spine—my soul.
I beat at his chest with weak fists. He doesn’t flinch.
And then—I see his hand reach for something on the ground. A rock. He picks it up, a glint in his mad eyes
“No—please, don’t—" and I turn my head as if I could avoid what’s coming.
