This story is AU.
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Marty Saybrooke was walking home from yet another college drinking party. She had consumed far too many drinks so her steps were rather wobbly, yet she had refused to wait until her friends left the party to give her a ride home. Her curfew was 2 A.M, and she didn't want her Aunt Kiki breathing down her throat if she was even just a little late.
It was a dark night with only a sliver of a moon far above in the blackened sky. There weren't even proper street lights as she hurried along, so she couldn't glance at her watch to check the time. She could only hope that Aunt Kiki wasn't waiting up for her as she had a sinking suspicion she would most likely be late.
In an attempt to cut some corners and get home faster, she hurried down a dark alleyway. The alley was long and narrow as she walked in between two tall buildings. There were crates, debris, and trash cans on either side as she tried to make her way toward the nearby sidewalk and the faint street light she saw shining up ahead.
Suddenly she was grabbed from behind by steely arms in a grip that she could not escape. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard his breathing, harsh and irregular. As she struggled, his lips moved against the side of her cheek. A small scream tore from her throat just before his hand had pressed against her mouth to stop her from crying out.
Her assailant hauled her up tightly against his tall, muscular frame. She twisted in his grip but to no avail. He pushed her to the ground on her stomach, and on the cold, hard brick of the alleyway he inched her skirt up toward her waist. When she realized his intention, she started kicking and screaming, but he was far too strong from her. He was determined and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Her nails tore and bled upon the sharp brick as he roughly removed her panties. She tensed for what was coming next as she had no way of escape. As he gripped her tightly around the waist, she felt something impossibly broad and stiff pressing against her entrance. "No please!" she cried out in a voice of sheer panic as he forced his way into her body. The agony was so intense that her scream split the night. Eventually her cries had became faint, aching sobs as his thrusts became rougher and even more brutal. She thought she might pass out from the pain. After it was it over, she lay there with her cheek bleeding upon the brick which made up the alleyway. She was afraid to move, so she lay so still.
After he was finished, he got to his feet. He couldn't see her but he could hear the whimpering sounds she made as she lay there. She sounded like a scared, wounded animal. For a moment, the gravity of his deed struck him. He had hurt and forced himself on another human being; a scared, defenseless woman. Despite the drugs in his system, the thrill of the attack brought him little pleasure. He'd hate himself for it later. He had always had a dark-side; a violent streak, but this was the first brutal act he had ever committed against someone innocent. Always before, his actions had been justified, at least to him. Someday he'd pay for this crime; of that he was certain. Already he felt the guilt of it weighing down heavily upon his shoulders as he heard the woman's broken sobs.
*What have I done?* he thought to himself as he turned and walked away into the darkness.
Minutes ticked by and still she lay there. Her whole body ached as she lay against the rough surface of the brick. Had he gone? Was he going to hurt her again? She thought she heard him walk away. But would he back? Would he rape her again... or would he kill her?
She shuddered as she cautiously tried to stand. Intense pain struck her as she rose to her feet. Her legs were shaking as she felt tiny rivulets of blood trickling from where she was now torn and tender between her thighs. Her vision was blinded by tears as she struggled to walk out of the alley. She was about five blocks now from her home. All she wanted was her warm, comfortable bed and the safety of her bedroom.
Although the pain made her want to cringe and pause, she hurried along. She needed to get home and wash his touch off her body. She knew she was bleeding as she saw the dark-red droplets hitting the sidewalk. It only made her walk faster, so she could get as far as possible from the scene of the crime.
Finally, she stepped into her own yard and rushed toward the door. Suddenly the door came open and her angry aunt tugged her inside. "Where the hell have you been, you little slut?" Aunt Kiki yelled as she slapped her. "You've been drinking, haven't you?"
"Please Aunt Kiki! I was walking home from the party and this-this guy grabbed me. I got... raped!" Marty sobbed.
"Ohhh I bet it was rape alright! You're nothing but a filthy little whore!" her aunt screamed. "You got drunk and had SEX!"
"No! He grabbed me in a dark alley. He pushed me to the ground and then he raped me!" Marty cried out. "I never saw his face... but he hurt me. So much..."
Looking at her sobbing niece, that's when Kiki saw all the blood. She shook her head in disgust. "Go upstairs and clean yourself up, girl. If you got raped tonight, it's because you were drunk and dressed just like a little slut! You probably DESERVED it!"
Marty hurried upstairs to the bathroom. As she stood in the shower and washed away the man's brutal touch, more tears fell. She was torn and still slightly bleeding, but she would heal. The scars on her soul, however, would be forever.
When the water got cold, she stepped out and wrapped herself up in a towel. She had a cut on her face where the bricks had scrapped her cheek. She couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror another moment, so she rushed to her bedroom and crawled into bed. As she lay there, scared and wounded, Aunt Kiki came in and stared at her with disapproval.
"I'm hurt, Aunt Kiki. I think maybe I should go to the hospital," Marty said in a soft voice full of sadness.
"No. I don't want all of Llanview to know what a dirty little whore you've become," her aunt said hatefully. "You'll be just fine. In a week or two, you'll be ready to go out and party again. You're nothing but a stupid, senseless little drunk."
Tears rushed from Marty's eyes as she hugged her pillow. Although she was safe in her bedroom, she felt terrified that her attacker would find her and hurt her again. She could still hear the sound of his harsh breath within her ear and the sensation of her body being brutatlized by the strength of his. Aunt Kiki turned off the light and left, so Marty lay there quietly in the darkness. Eventually she slept, but terrible dreams came to haunt her. For the rest of her life, she'd never forget the shadowy figure who had cruelly robbed her of her happiness and her sense of security.