CHAPTER I

ELIZABETH'S POV

I was running down a disserted alley way trying to escape from the people that I had just seen murder my foster parents. I could here them following me. I didn't bother to look I could remember their faces. I ran to the end of the alley way and turned the corner, no one was there so I continued to run. I stupidly glanced over my shoulder to see no one following me, breathing a sigh of relief I looked back I front and ran into the arms of one of those men.

I tried to get out of his grip but he only tightened his grasp on my arms. I struggled harder kicking him trying to get free but he continued to hold me. I started to loose the feeling in my arms from how hard he was holding me. He started to laugh at my feeble attempts to get out of his grasp.

"Let go, your hurting me." I screamed "let me go, please, let me go." I started to whimper from the pain. That only made him laugh harder.

"You" he laughed pointing one of his fingers in my direction. "are coming with me" when he said this he brought his face close to mine and breathed on my neck.

There was a voice screaming in my head telling me that I had to get away, but when he said that I was going with him I froze in fear.

He started to pull me away. I couldn't give up I was screaming, begging him to let me go. He stopped pulling me away, and grabbed me by my hair so roughly that it was like he was going to rip it out by the roots.

"If you don't shut up, you'll regret it." he whispered menacingly. I whimpered into his arms and he continued to pull me along. I let out another scream as I saw a police car near the end of the street. They couldn't hear me but the man who was holding me could he stopped puling me one more time and he hit me in the head with something cold, black and made of metal – the gun that they killed my foster parents with.

Then darkness…

***

I awoke in some kind of room and I was lying on a bed. I tried to get up but my wrists were tied to two of the posters, and my ankles tied to the other two. I struggled to get free but couldn't. I looked around the room and saw that there wasn't anything else in it. Some one walked through the door on the other side of the room, then I realised that I had no clothing on and I was just covered with a light sheet.

I struggled harder when I realised that it was the same man that had caught me last night. He laughed at me and I tried to get free of my restraints. He came up to me and stoked my side with his hand; I shuddered away from his touch. That only made him laugh harder.

He sat next to me and pulled the sheet off me. I tried again to get out of the restraints that were keeping me here. He only laughed at me.

"You won't be able to escape," he said menacingly "I made sure of that." He added, as an after thought.

He got off the bed and went to the end of it. He looked at me and then started to take off his clothing. I stared at him in horror he couldn't seriously be going to do that to me; he wasn't going to rape me was he?!

He smiled at me when he new that I new what he was going to do. He finished striping but left his boxers on.

He climbed onto the bed and knelt in the space between my legs.

"Please don't do this, I beg you, I'll do anything you want, just don't rape me." I begged, tears running down the sides of my face.

"Oh, don't be like that baby, your mine now, and I will do what ever I like to you." He whispered. He got onto all fours and started to kiss my face. I tried to resist by turning my heads away but he grabbed it and kissed me on the lips.

He stuck his tongue into my mouth and I started to cry as his other hand started to rub me. He removed the hand that was restricting my face and he groped my chest. He continued to kiss his way down to my chest. Then he started to suck at my breast. I felt his tongue swirling around my nipple, and when I thought that it couldn't get any worse he bit it, very hard. I cried out in pain, but that only made his smile grow.

He stopped after a few minutes and then took off his boxes. I looked at him again and my eyes widened in horror. He was huge. There was no way on this earth that he was going to fit inside me. He smiled at me, I couldn't believe that I was about to lose my virginity to some freak that got hold of me when I was running away from the police.

He knelt back down and lay on top of me. I was crying so much that my vision was blurred. He started to kiss me again.

"You know," he said in a husky voice, "you sure are pretty when you're screaming for help, but your even more beautiful when like this… naked and begging me to stop when you're tied up like this." He murmured. "sooo sexy"

"You're a sick basted." I spat back at him. He only smiled at me and then positioned himself at my entrance. I cried harder knowing that it was now inevitable. Then with one last smirk he thrust himself inside me.

I cried out in pain. It hurt so much. Tears were streaming down my face. I closed my eyes and I heard him laugh as he slowly pulled out of me.

"You're a virgin aren't you?" he laughed, all I could do was cry. "you know you don't even have to tell me, I can feel it. so tight and hot. Mmmmm you feel glorious." He laughed. How could he be laughing at me? He thrust into me one more time, bur held there for a little bit letting me get used to the sensation. After a minute or two he started to move. He quickened the pace and played with my clit with his with is other hand. and I just blacked out. My body and mind went completely numb.

***

It had been weeks since I was first brought here and the hell of it never ceased. I was continually raped, day after day. I was never untied and I was covered in other peoples sweat, it was disgusting. Every day I tried to get out and I always ended up popping my left shoulder out of it socket, I would yelp in pain and they would here me. they would come in and relocate my shoulder and then I would be beaten for trying to get away. Then that night I would be raped as more punishment. I soon became numb, but this wasn't like he first night I would slip in and out of consciousness and I had no feeling in my lower region,

Out of instinct I would always try to get away, but my shoulder never didn't hurt when I dislocated it. the last thing I remember was getting beaten after getting one of my hands out of my bonds.

***

The next thing I knew was that I was being untied and was picked up. I was placed into a shower and cold water was poured onto me, but then I lost consciousness again.