Prologue
I cried and cried so much as he closed in on me, smiling a devilish smile. I sobbed more as he ripped off my clothes, exposing my bruised body, and I knew that he wasn't going to be gentle, not like he was all those other times.
I was in pain. This was the third time today, and I was sore everywhere. He had gripped me too strongly, roughed me up too much, and I knew that moving just slightly would lead my body in a spasm of pain, and I couldn't cry. He enjoyed it too much.
I was sickened with disgust. I deserved this. I was unwanted, and besides, no one cared about me. As he glared at me, I felt a strange high. I felt brave, and independent.
"You know what, get off me!" I pushed him off. He was in such shock that I was actually able to do that. He grabbed me by my throat, pinning me against the wall.
"What did you say? You dirty little slut... You know what? I think I am done having games with you."
I whimpered quietly. Hurting me... raping me... that was all a game to him. I felt like vomiting. Little did I know that I was actually going to. I puked all over him as his grip lessened, and he screamed.
"Ugh! Look at what you did! After I just took a shower!" He threw the mattress over, almost hitting me, and grabbed something that was between the mattress and bedspring.
I didn't know what it was, but I didn't want to know. I ran past him, to the door, but my cursed clumsiness made me fall at the edge of the stairs. He walked up to me, his steps becoming more pronounced. I struggled to get up, but he grabbed my hair before I could do anything.
"You tried to run? Please, I know you enough to know that you are the most ungraceful little bitch ever."
With that, he threw me down the stairs. I cried, I knew that I had cracked a rib.
He came down, and I looked up, seeing his sick grin. I finally saw the object he had grabbed. It was a sharp kitchen knife, though thankfully not a butcher knife. I scrambled up, but he grabbed me, and pulled me close. I felt pain in my abdomen. I cried out, screaming my head off.
I was pushed away, and I grabbed the place where he had stabbed. Blood was spilling everywhere, and my hands were red. I felt faint, and he slapped me down.
I felt myself passing... there was nothing I could do. I was weak, and defenseless. That's when I heard a growl and a lot of crashing.
