Disclaimer: After selling all of my puppies, I still don't have enough money to even buy 1/1,000,000th of CSI, so don't sue me, I'm worth nothing. NOTHING.

Huge ass thanks to thegreatbluespoon and her father, he thought of the fabulous title for this story. And many thanks to Just Thinking; I'm glad you are putting your education to work here. And thanks to my new friend, Amanda Hawthorn.

Framed by Innocence

It had been a day with more than enough excitement for one person to handle. While her fiancé was attending to business, she decided to check out exactly what the town had to offer.

Her first stop was the local Starbucks. A Cinnamon Dolce Latte with Sugar Free Syrup provided the warmth and energy she needed to explore the area. It started out as window shopping, but soon escalated to purchases, everything from casual to the bedroom. A few new sleeveless shirts, several different pairs of jeans, a new silk tie for her lover, and Victoria's Secret was her last pit stop of the day. Nothing says 'I love you' like a lace teddy.

It was late in the afternoon when she decided to call it quits and made the short walk back to the hotel, bags in hand. The elevator dinged to the proper floor. With a few quick strides, room 2134 was soon in front of her. As she struggled to get the key card into the reader, one of her bags fell to the floor.

A handsome stranger suddenly appeared. "Here, let me assist you with that." He had sandy blonde colored hair with the deepest blue eyes she'd ever seen. A black tank top and blue jeans highlighted the muscular body that lay behind the material.

She smiled, "Thanks." The next time she entered the card, the light glowed green as the lock disengaged.

He opened the door for her and allowed her to enter. Remaining at the threshold, he handed her back the bag she had dropped. "Here you are."

"Thanks again." She took the bag and began shutting the door. He made eye contact with her, and in that look, something bugged her about this man. Just as the door was nearly shut, he forced it back opened and entered the room. He slammed the door and pushed her towards the bed. One quick blow to the side of the face and she fell back onto the bed. Instinct kept her moving, arms, legs, anything to fend off her attacker. The first blow was enough to disorient her to where the hope of seeing anything was useless. The more she fought the harder he hit her; the face, torso it didn't matter, he wanted her to lay still.

She continued to struggle but eventually he had managed to tie her hands to the corner post of the bed. Her body bucked and fought, every muscle working in an effort to free herself. After several brutal blows to her rib cage the fight in her died and it was all she could do to take in breaths of air. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt his hands slide down the length of her body. Images flashed through her mind, she knew what his intentions were. Just as she was about to fight, he ripped her shirt open.

She flailed about once again in sheer determination to live. His blows landed upon her body harder than before. The hits were random, anything to get her to become submissive. After several more agonizing seconds of hammering his fists into her, she lost consciousness.

He sighed. "Finally."

Her mouth and nose was red with blood, and yet he still leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

With a quick tug her shit was completely removed, she was dawning a black lacy bra. With a sigh, he leaned over, kissing and sucking her breast through the lacy material. His arousal grew even more, he needed to take her. He fumbled with the button on her jeans, but once undone; he made short work of them.

She released a strained moan as he ripped her panties off of her. He looked back to her face and saw that she was beginning to regain consciousness. That was his indication that he needed to hurry. He slipped the condom out of his pocket and once he had his jeans open, rolled it onto his erection. He pushed her legs aside so she was open to him, and he leaned over the bed forcing himself into her.

There was just enough awareness to the pain that was now being caused. She knew he was forcing himself into her, but her arms and legs felt like concrete. The fight in her was dying. In a few minutes, it was over, she felt him ejaculate and when he withdrew, the burning that was left behind was as uncomfortable as the rest of her wounds felt.

Just when she thought he would leave, she released a sigh of relief. Apparently it was the wrong thing to do, because he returned to the bed and the piercing sound of a switch blade being extracted was crystal clear. Her body twisted and struggled as he stuck her several times with the knife. She would do anything to stay alive, but it was only a matter of time before the darkness overtook her once again.

When her body fell limp underneath him, he stood up wearily to look over his handy work. She was bleeding from the face, and every other cut sustained from his fists and pocket knife coming in contact with her. He looked at his hands, they were covered in blood. Using his shirt, he opened the door leaving her lying on the bed.

I know this was short, but it will pick up very fast, believe me.

TDCSI