Gigantic TRIGGER WARNING for this chapter, really this whole story. This will deal with rape and its repercussions on a young woman's life.

It's gonna stick with her for a while, and there will be angst. However, there will also be love too, eventually.

If you want to skip past the scene itself and onto the aftermath, there is a noticeable break that marks off where to stop.


Chapter I

Quinn was doing her best not to be a bridezilla. She wanted to have a beautiful wedding, of course, but knew that it was the marriage that would be important. If anything did go wrong today, she thought, it would be something to chuckle about in twenty years.

Quinn looked at herself in the mirror as she finished her makeup. Her long blonde hair was up in a beautiful bun with the veil pinned into it with a lovely jeweled comb. Her grandmother's dress was altered to reflect a more modern look and to accommodate a more flattering neckline. She felt drop-dead gorgeous for perhaps the first time in her life, and she hoped her future husband would agree. She had saved herself for her handsome fiancé, Noah Puckerman. She had saved herself for today. At age 24, Quinn was still a virgin.

The Maid of Honor, Quinn's stepsister, Brittany, walked up behind Quinn, who was still admiring herself in the mirror, and gingerly placed her hands on Quinn's shoulders. Brittany had done a marvelous job of reining in the chaos. Flowers that had arrived late were set up on the sanctuary of the church. All the bridesmaids were accounted for and looked wonderful in their lilac dresses. Brittany had even gone to the sacristy to make sure Noah and his ushers were here.

"So," Brittany asked, "are you ready for my Mom and your Dad to come back here?"

Quinn's eyes did not leave the mirror but rose so that they met the reflection of Brittany's eyes. A smile appeared on Quinn's face. Brittany was being so delicate with Quinn, well, with everything. From the way she gently touched the white dress at the shoulders so as not to wrinkle it, to how she wrangled their parents as a rancher might handle a pair of bulls. Quinn smiled as she looked at the reflections in the mirror. Brittany because of their blonde hair, they had often been mistaken for biological sisters since their parents married. Brittany was grad school, working on a Masters' degree, and was running this wedding like she ran her overfilled course load, like a tight ship.

"Yes," Quinn said finally after letting out a sigh, "I guess it's time to get this started."

Brittany opened the doors to the "dressing room" that was detached from the main alcove of the church and allowed her mother, Whitney, and stepfather Russell to step in.

Whitney placed a hand on Brittany's chin and gazed at her in a silent gesture that said how proud she was of the arrangements Brittany had made. Russell smiled pleasantly at Brittany, who then escorted them to Quinn. When Russell finally saw his baby girl wearing his mother's old wedding gown, altered as it was, a manly tear trickled down his cheek.

"I knew he was going to cry," Brittany said.

"Yeah," said Quinn as she turned to face her family. "I owe you a dollar."

"You girls really bet on whether I would cry?" asked Russell.

"No, of course not," said Brittany, lying.

The sound of the church's organ alerted everyone in the dressing room that there was five minutes before the service started. Brittany clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention and got everyone in their place. Whitney gave Quinn a kiss and Brittany had her escorted to her seat by Jake, Noah's brother.

Brittany did a final check that everyone was ready and when she heard Pachelbel's Canon and the "ooo's" and "ahhh's" and the camera flashes, Quinn and Brittany both knew it was time. One by one, the bridesmaids took their turns walking down the aisle until it was Brittany's turn. Before leaving, she gave Quinn a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you," Brittany said with a smile before stepping in time with the music down the aisle.

Once Brittany had completed her journey, the music changed. Russell looked to Quinn as if asking if she were ready. She nodded with a smile and they began Quinn's final walk as a single woman.

Quinn watched as the entire church stood and turned to face her. It was a little disappointing because just before they did that, Quinn had caught a glimpse of her future husband. Now she was unable to see him. She continued walking with her father and slowly she was, as she walked, revealing more and more of him.

He looked amazing in his tux. He was clean shaven, which was unusual. Normally, he kept himself a little scruffy. His dark brown hair was neatly combed to the side and he had a beaming smile as he could finally see Quinn clearly. Quinn lost sight of everything other than Noah and before she knew it, her father was turning her to face him, carefully lifting her veil and softly kissing her cheek. He took his seat and Quinn took the last few steps to be at Noah's side.

After a moment, Brittany took Quinn's bouquet, and then she was holding Noah's hand and looking into his eyes. She was in no rush for the ceremony to end.

During the opening, Pastor Joe said something interesting. He said that most brides think of the wedding day as the happiest day of their lives. Then he said he thought it should be the opposite. Since every day of marriage should be better than the day before, he felt the wedding day should be the saddest day of a bride's life as her life got happier and happier from there. She understood what he was saying, of course, but it just seemed like a really stupid thing to say at a wedding. Did he really want this to be the saddest day of her life? Quinn tried to put the words out of her head when Pastor Joe called her and Noah forward for her vows.

Noah mumbled just a little tiny bit during his vows, but as Quinn looked up into his eyes, she knew she would treasure that memory regardless. Noah's large hand on Quinn's made her feel so safe. She did not feel nervous at all. She just felt loved. She felt the love from Noah. She felt the love from everyone gathered there. She was in a wonderful place. There was a moment of electricity in her heart when Noah placed the ring on her finger. Quinn's lips, when it was time for the kiss, melted into Noah's. She felt complete.

The rest of the pronouncements, rattled on without her attention as Quinn took turns staring at her ring and at her handsome new husband. She was so happy she couldn't believe Pastor Joe had suggested this should be the saddest day of her life. Soon it was time to take her first walk as a married woman.

It was agonizing standing at the doors of the church, shaking the hands of people who were going to try to throw rice in her face in a few moments. She had a patient smile on her face as person after person congratulated her and Noah. When it was finally time to go to the limousine, Noah looked at her with a big grin on his face. He gripped her hand tightly and they ran to the limousine before they could be assaulted.

The limo took them to the hotel, where the rest of the wedding party met them and they spent several hours having their pictures taken by the fountain in the back. As tiring as the photo session was becoming, Quinn knew there was no rest in sight. The reception was going to be just as draining, but at least there would be food there.

When the photographer was finally satisfied, she told the wedding party she would meet them at the reception. Quinn got a huge hug from Brittany and then she returned to Noah so they could go to the limousine.

The reception was loud and entirely too long but the food was good. Brittany made sure to quickly remedy anything that seemed to be detrimental to Quinn's appearance. She straightened Quinn's train any time it was needed. She brushed Quinn's blonde hair out of her eyes with fingertips after any vigorous dancing affected the image of the beautiful bride. Brittany had two towels waiting when the cake was cut. She just knew there was going to be shoving instead of feeding and produced the towels the instant they were needed.

Quinn spent even more time shaking people's hands as she and Noah walked around the reception hall to greet everyone and thank them for coming. Quinn hugged all her fellow nurses from the hospital and Brittany was two steps behind with a box of tissues when the nurses made Quinn cry tears of joy.

When it was finally time to leave. Jake, Noah's younger brother, handed Noah the keys to his car. Noah would now drive himself and his beautiful bride to their hotel suite where they would spend their wedding night. Tomorrow afternoon they would drive to the airport to begin their lovely honeymoon in Maui. Quinn was excited and a little nervous about her wedding night. Any fears she had, however, left her mind as soon as she looked into Noah's deep brown eyes.

Noah noticed the gas gauge. They didn't have enough fuel to make it to New York City. He explained this to Quinn and told her he was taking the next exit. He cursed Jake aloud for not filling it up on the way to the reception hall and Quinn laughed. Noah loved that laugh.

"Mrs. Quinn Puckerman." She caught herself repeating different variations of her married name as they rode to the gas station that would get them to their hotel in New York City. Quinn was happy to have had a Long Island wedding but was very excited about a night in the city and a Hawaiian honeymoon. Although a sudden bang shook Quinn out of her thoughts.

Quinn asked her husband of the last five hours, "What was that?"

"That was a blowout followed by a flat tire," said Noah in an irritated voice. "Remind me to yell at Jake about all this when we get back home." Noah released his seat belt and began to take off the jacket of the tuxedo.

Quinn seemed nervous and asked, "Where are you going?"

Noah chuckled and said, "Someone has to change the tire, and I don't feel like waiting for AAA on my wedding night." He gave Quinn a soft kiss before opening his door and popping the trunk. He took the tire iron out from the space it usually sat between the driver's side door and his seat. Quinn clicked open her seat belt and opened her door.

Noah looked at her and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Watching my husband change a flat, apparently," she said with a smile. "I'm not going to sit in the car while you jack it up. It wouldn't be good for the jack."

"Well, maybe you should wait in the car until it's time for the jack," Noah said. "We haven't broken down in the greatest of neighborhoods."

"Then I definitely want to stay next to you," said Quinn.

Noah kissed her gently on the lips and got out the jack and the spare. He inspected the spare carefully. He would hate to replace one crappy tire with another. He was silently cheering that he paid the extra money for a full sized spare and wouldn't be putting a donut on his car.

Noah and Quinn talked blissfully enough as Noah unfastened all of the lug nuts. Quinn collected them and held them safe, ready to hand them to Noah as he needed them. Noah jacked the car up and pulled off the flat, staining the shirt and pants of the tuxedo in the process.

"Aww, shit," he said as he saw the stain.

"That's ok," said Quinn. "I'm sure there's a one hour dry cleaner in the city we can go to before we have to go to JFK tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know," said Noah. "It just pisses me off, that's all. I'm really going to yell at Jake when we get back from Maui."

Noah put the flat tire in the trunk and carefully put the spare on in the vacancy. He checked it before asking Quinn for the first lug nut. He hand-tightened it a few threads before asking for the next one. When Quinn was down to two lug nuts in her hand, Noah noticed she was rolling them around in her palm. He laughed.

Quinn asked him, "What's so funny?"

"Those aren't the only nuts you're going to be playing with tonight," he said with a huge grin on his face.

Quinn loved that grin. Her nerves about tonight were all forgotten when she saw that grin. She was about to walk up and kiss him when she heard a noise that made her freeze...

It was the sounds of several young men speaking loudly to each other and laughing and the sounds were getting louder. She looked over to the sounds until she saw the four of them walking in a not so organized fashion towards the newlyweds and their disabled car. If she had to guess from their faces, Quinn would have thought they were all about nineteen or twenty years old. They were all drinking beer and sharing a joint as they walked and talked.

One of the four guys looked up and saw Quinn and Noah. He smiled and walked quickly towards them and the other five followed suit. The guy in the lead was about twenty with spiky dirty blonde hair. He was muscular. They all were muscular. Quinn was certain all of them lived in a gym.

The spiky haired guy asked, "You guys having trouble?"

Noah nodded. "Flat tire," he said. "But we're almost done changing it." He gestured to Quinn to hand him the next lug nut. As he placed it on, Noah slowly placed his left hand on the tire iron that was still in the jack.

The spiky haired guy smiled. "Oh," he said. "So you don't need any help?"

Noah smiled and said, "No. We're pretty good here. Thank you, though."

One of the other guys, a tall young black man with a shaved head, walked up behind Quinn. He turned to the spiky haired guy and said, "Shit, Lincoln. Look what we got here! That is one nice ass."

Noah was very angry now. He looked at the man with the shaved head and said, "That's my wife. Do not disrespect her."

Lincoln, the spiky haired guy, saw his friend getting upset at that. "Calm down, Jackson. It's all cool," said Lincoln to his friend. Lincoln turned to Noah and said, "Jackson likes pretty things is all. So, you two just got married?"

Noah gestured for and got the last lug nut from Quinn. He said, "Yes, that's right."

Lincoln smiled again. It seemed to be his natural center to be smiling, although it could have been the beer and the pot. "Nice," he said. "So, is it ok if we kiss the bride?"

Quinn visibly stiffened when she heard Lincoln suggest that. She also noticed that others stepped a little closer to her. She was very worried and she looked hopefully towards Noah. She just wanted to get out of here.

Noah smiled and said, "That's very nice, guys, but my wife and I are very tired. We just want to finish up here and get some sleep. Why don't we just shake hands and call it a night?"

Jackson, the one behind Quinn, grabbed her harshly. He pulled her by her shoulders so that her back was against his chest. "We're just trying to be friendly. All we're asking for is to kiss the bride. What's your problem with that?"

Noah tensed up and immediately Lincoln and the others stood between Noah and Quinn.

"Please let go of my wife," said Noah as calmly as possible.

"I don't want to." Jackson began massaging Quinn's breasts through her wedding gown and her bra. "I want to kiss the bride."

Quinn turned to him and in a very calm voice said, "If I let you kiss me, will you let me go?"

"Sure I'll let you go, but I want a good kiss."

Quinn looked at Noah for a second, gave him a little nod, and turned back towards Jackson. As she turned, his hands drifted to her lower back. Quinn leaned in for a soft kiss. His right hand grabbed the back of her head harshly as his left hand pinched her right ass cheek. Quinn gasped and that was all the opening Jackson needed to slide his tongue in her mouth.

Quinn was struggling as he explored her mouth with his tongue before finding her tongue and massaging it. She tried to push herself away from him but his grip on her was too strong. He held her head firmly and the fingers of his other hand were digging into her ass, pulling her closer and crushing her body against his. She could feel his erect cock pressed between their bodies. Quinn was running out of air and began breathing through her nose.

Noah took a step forward and Lincoln and two others cut him off quickly. "He's just friendly is all. It's ok."

Jackson sucked on Quinn's tongue to finish the kiss and then handed Quinn to the other black man in the group, saying, "Here you go, Wilson. You keep her for a sec."

Quinn looked at Jackson quizzically and after she caught her breath she said, "You said if I let you kiss me, you'd let me go."

"I did let you go," said Jackson. "I just didn't say for how long. You got her, Wilson?"

Wilson, who was very muscular, had tightly cropped hair. He said in a very deep voice, "Yeah, I got her."

Noah's left hand was still on the tire iron. He cleared his throat and said, "Fun's fun, guys. Let my wife go. Now."

Jackson faced Noah angrily and shouted, "Or what?!"

Noah pulled the tire iron out of the jack and thumped it into his right hand. "Or I will make you let her go. Please let her go now."

Jackson stepped up to Noah in a seemingly casual manner, his hands at his sides. "How are you going to make me let her go," Jackson began to ask, "when you're fucking dead?" Faster than Noah could react, Jackson pulled a knife from his pocket and slashed Noah's throat.

Quinn screamed as her husband's blood splashed onto the car. Noah dropped the tire iron with a loud clanging and Jackson stabbed him in the gut. He ripped the knife from Noah's body after the body landed with a thud, then he kicked Noah's body several times. Quinn was sobbing. Jackson walked quickly up to her and placed the bloody knife flat against her cheek.

"You need to shut the fuck up, and you need to shut the fuck up right now," he said threateningly.

Quinn was instantly quiet, although her body was still shaking. Quinn knew she was going to die. She just saw the murder of her husband and she knew the first names of three of the men involved. She knew she was going to die. She also knew she wasn't going to die right away. She knew what they wanted. Quinn was a nurse. Every year, the security department gave talks on local rape gangs. She knew immediately that she was about to be raped. The officers giving the talks had repeatedly said not to resist. Quinn saw no point in resisting. They just killed the man she loved and were going to kill her. The fact that they were going to torture her first did not change the fact that she was going to die.

"You got her?" asked Jackson again.

"Yeah," Wilson said. "I got her. She ain't going nowhere."

Jackson nodded his head and took the knife away from Quinn's cheek. She could feel the cooling blood lingering there. He then roughly grabbed the front of Quinn's wedding gown and got a very good look at her bra as he pulled the top of the dress towards himself. The knife quickly reappeared in Quinn's sight as he began to cut open the front of her gown. Quinn began to struggle.

"If you move," Jackson said calmly, "you're going to get cut."

He pulled the fabric and cut a relatively straight line from the top of the gown all the way down. He looked at Quinn's face and then looked at one of the guys who was about Quinn's height.

Jackson said to the guy. "Tyler! Hold her left arm. Wilson, you take her right."

Jackson then cut the left shoulder of her dress and continued down the sleeve until the knife came free at the wrist. He did the same on her right side. He put the knife away and then pulled the back of the dress down roughly. Suddenly Quinn was standing in her underwear. It was her special underwear. It was the underwear only Noah was ever supposed to see.

Jackson took the torn wedding gown and tossed it so that it fell on Noah's body while the others felt her breasts, her belly, and her sides. He took out the knife again, cut the shoulder loops and the back of her bra, and let it fall. Everyone whistled as they saw Quinn's breasts spring free. They pushed Quinn forward, walking with her until they bent her over the trunk of the car. Finally they cut off Quinn's garter belt and panties. He left her in her heels and her stockings. He liked the stockings and the heels put her ass at a good height for what he wanted to do.

Quinn heard him open his belt and unzip his fly. She heard the fabric slide down his legs. She felt his hand in the small of her back and his breath on her neck. Without any other warning, Jackson slammed his cock into her. Quinn howled in agony and he pulled her hair hard and touched her cheek with the knife, reminding her to be quiet. She sobbed quietly as he repeatedly impaled her from behind. He was not going to be gentle.

"I think this bitch here was a virgin."

"Oh, fuck, man," Lincoln interjected. "She was saving herself for this asshole and you took her."

"Yeah, that's right. You belong to us now."

Quinn was still silently crying because of Noah and from the pain but she was no longer agitated. She was calm. She knew what was going to happen. She would die soon and her suffering would be over. Quinn noticed that Jackson's thrusting was getting harder and more rapid. Her breasts were squashed against the trunk of the car. She heard him scream and felt him cum inside of her. His body convulsed almost comically.

Quinn was in pain but she was telling herself not to cry and not to resist. She said it over and over to herself like a mantra. Do not cry out and do not resist. Quinn eventually felt Lincoln step up for his turn to take her, and thankfully his already fast pace had him shooting his load into her in mere minutes.

Tyler and Wilson, tired of being spectators, pulled Quinn from the trunk. She screamed from the pain as they took her together, one in front and one behind. Jackson bolted up and placed the knife on her cheek again. Quinn shut up and whimpered as they thrusted several more times in her pussy and ass.

They all laughed as Quinn was bounced hard between the two dicks. They were fucking Quinn so hard that her shoes fell off one at a time. She had accepted her fate and was calm. They would continue to torture her, she knew, and when they were finally bored with her they would let her die. She understood this and she bore her fate with as much dignity as she could muster. She did not call out. She did not resist. She did not encourage them. She rode on the two cocks slamming into her with a stoic, almost serene, expression on her face. Soon, when her living purgatory was over, she would join her husband in death.

Apparently, Quinn was getting heavy and they soon succeeded in getting themselves to cum. They set her down roughly on the trunk.

"And now, bitch," Jackson said. "You're going to suck me off."

"I don't know how," Quinn said honestly.

"Then you're going to learn in a fucking hurry," he answered her menacingly. He shoved himself inside her mouth and roughly pulled on the back of her head. Reminded of his rough kiss earlier, Quinn began to breathe through her nose. He slammed his cock into her skull again and again. He slapped her face hard and, instinctively, Quinn sucked in hard with her mouth. "That's a good cocksucker. You just keep doing that."

Quinn continued to suck, breathe through her nose, and suck again. She eventually acquired a rhythm and Jackson stopped slapping her face. He continued to force Quinn like this for what seemed to be at least fifteen minutes. They weren't afraid to be out here like this. They owned this neighborhood and feared no one.

Jackson slammed his cock all the way into Quinn's mouth and into her throat. Choking, she tried unconsciously to swallow the offending object. This got him off. He gushed his load down her throat and pulled out. As his cock left her mouth, a spurt of semen erupted and hit her on the cheek where Noah's blood had dried. Some also got in her hair.

Jackson asked his friends, "Hey, did anyone else want to kiss the bride?"

The other guys laughed at this.

"I'm done."

"Yeah, me too," agreed Jackson. "I guess we're done with you, bitch." He stabbed Quinn in the gut. He ripped his knife out of her and dropped her like a stone onto the quiet road. Then he kicked Noah's dead body again. Soon the four friends were walking down the street, talking loudly, and laughing, much the way they had been before meeting the newlyweds.

Pastor Joe had said this should be the saddest night of Quinn's life and it seemed to Quinn that he had been right. Quinn dragged her naked, violated, bleeding body over to the body of her husband. She used what was left of her ruined gown to bandage her wounds. She reached into Noah's pants pocket and found his cell phone. She dialed 911.

The emergency dispatcher came on quickly and asked what the nature of her emergency was.

"My husband was murdered and I've been raped and stabbed," Quinn said in a relatively calm voice.

"Where are you now, Ma'am?" the female dispatcher asked.

Quinn wasn't sure where she was. She remembered what exit they had taken, which direction they had turned off the exit and approximately how many blocks they had travelled since getting off the highway in search of a gas station before their tire blew out. The dispatcher seemed to know the area and said that a police car and an ambulance were on the way. Quinn thanked her and hung up.

It was only then the Quinn thought she might have made a mistake. Maybe she should have just let herself die…


To be continued

I'm sorry. But now the only direction is up.