It was rough, sweaty and angry. He had Santana pinned to the icy cement and was pounding her repeatedly. Every time she screamed, he would punch her so hard that stars danced in her eyes. She felt a warm ribbon of blood snaking its way down her face. He hit her again, making the cement under her back rock nauseatingly.
"Please, please, just leave me alone," she begged, causing him to backhand her.
"Shut up, bitch. You deserve this."
Once he had completed his repulsive act of dominance, he stood up slowly, reveling at the mess of a girl he left crumpled at his feet.
"You tell anyone, and I will hunt you down, you worthless whore," he snarled, and strode quickly away, disappearing into the night.
Santana lay there, crumpled and bleeding for what felt like months. She had become one of them, the girls that were too tainted to be loved. He had stolen her fire, the light in her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to get it back. She sat up slowly, grabbing for the skirt of her Cheerios uniform a few feet away. Shit, it was completely torn down one side. Coach Sylvester was going to kill her for ripping the uniform.
She began to stagger forward, trying to get away from the alley. She had to get home and wash her blood and... his stench off of her. She got out into the street, and turned heavily, aching and feeling like the world was spinning.
She heard a car screech to a halt near her and a door slam.
"Oh my god! Santana!" Shit, she recognized the voice. She didn't need help, she just had to get home. "Santana!" he shouted, and she could hear footsteps running towards her. She shuddered involuntarily.
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded, stumbling forward. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she panicked. Run, just have to outrun him. "No!" she screamed, trying to pump her legs and get away. He was after her again, screaming her name; she could hear the footsteps and shouting. Out of nowhere, her knees gave out and she flew forward, landing hard on the sidewalk.
"Please. Not again," she begged, before losing consciousness.