Lydia Karenin sat on her bed all alone. She wished she had some one
to talk to but being alone wasn't so bad. It wasn't much different from
home so she was used to it.
The sound of a door being slammed and the turn of a lock caused her to break away from her thoughts.
"Stefan," Lydia looked up into Stefan's eyes. Stefan said nothing. Lydia got up from the bed and began to walk cautiously to the door. Stefan grabbed her arm and threw her onto the floor.
"Help!" Lydia screamed loudly. Stefan held a hand over her mouth, "Do not speak or I will kill you." He removed his hand and Lydia screamed again.
"Lydia," she heard Lucky's voice call.
"How many times have you slept with Mr. Spencer?" Stefan said cruelly. "Are you the little whore that everyone says you are?" Stefan tore at Lydia's shirt until it finally tore. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as hot tears stained her face.
"Lydia! " Lucky yelled as he pounded on the door "Lydia, tell me what's happening. Lydia!" he hollered again as Stefan violently jerked her skirt up as she began t o thrash around, only to have her face meet with his fist.
"Lucky," she cried helplessly "Lucky please, please help me! Please!" she begged as tears streamed down her swollen face.
"Will you please shut your ugly ass up? "He hissed in her ear "Its no wonder why my nephew left you for that Quartermaine" he stated harshly as Lucky kept pounding on the door.
"Why me?" she barely whispered as he began to unbutton his pants. "What did I ever do to you?" she asked crying
"You sent me to jail you filthy slut. Do you actually think I would let that slide? Your nothing but a lying bitch who doesn't deserve any better." He replied coldly as he tore her panties and held her thighs down with his knees.
"Lydia," Lucky whispered as he realized with a sickening feeling that it was too late.
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Stefan left Lydia in a crying heap on the floor as he escaped through one of the passages. Lydia tried to stand but quickly fell back down. Her thighs were bruised, as was most of her body. She finally got the strength to pick herself off of the floor and unlocked the door.
"Lydia." Lucky cried as Lydia fell into his arms.
The sound of a door being slammed and the turn of a lock caused her to break away from her thoughts.
"Stefan," Lydia looked up into Stefan's eyes. Stefan said nothing. Lydia got up from the bed and began to walk cautiously to the door. Stefan grabbed her arm and threw her onto the floor.
"Help!" Lydia screamed loudly. Stefan held a hand over her mouth, "Do not speak or I will kill you." He removed his hand and Lydia screamed again.
"Lydia," she heard Lucky's voice call.
"How many times have you slept with Mr. Spencer?" Stefan said cruelly. "Are you the little whore that everyone says you are?" Stefan tore at Lydia's shirt until it finally tore. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as hot tears stained her face.
"Lydia! " Lucky yelled as he pounded on the door "Lydia, tell me what's happening. Lydia!" he hollered again as Stefan violently jerked her skirt up as she began t o thrash around, only to have her face meet with his fist.
"Lucky," she cried helplessly "Lucky please, please help me! Please!" she begged as tears streamed down her swollen face.
"Will you please shut your ugly ass up? "He hissed in her ear "Its no wonder why my nephew left you for that Quartermaine" he stated harshly as Lucky kept pounding on the door.
"Why me?" she barely whispered as he began to unbutton his pants. "What did I ever do to you?" she asked crying
"You sent me to jail you filthy slut. Do you actually think I would let that slide? Your nothing but a lying bitch who doesn't deserve any better." He replied coldly as he tore her panties and held her thighs down with his knees.
"Lydia," Lucky whispered as he realized with a sickening feeling that it was too late.
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Stefan left Lydia in a crying heap on the floor as he escaped through one of the passages. Lydia tried to stand but quickly fell back down. Her thighs were bruised, as was most of her body. She finally got the strength to pick herself off of the floor and unlocked the door.
"Lydia." Lucky cried as Lydia fell into his arms.