AN: I have changed a bit of the flashback and made it a little more brutal what they did to her. While not all explained here some will be in later chapters as more flashbacks

"Tell me something. Why are you not afraid of me, why are you not screaming and trying to escape?" he asked in a deathly calm voice that send fear racing down her back and through her eyes. "Now see there's what I want to see more of," he purred as he drew back slightly to inspect her.

"So what?" she demanded harshly as she became rigid in his grip, her muscles tense with the memories long ago buried.

He suddenly brought his face close and licked her face to taste her fear before drawing back again satisfied that she was truly terrified she just put up a façade that she wasn't afraid. Though he noticed that it wasn't only him that she was afraid of.

"Keep your filthy tongue to yourself," she hissed as she spat in his face smirking as he wiped it off with his hand.

"You shouldn't have done that," he said in a deathly quiet tone causing her eyes to widen with panic as a memory came hurtling back through her mind.

Flashback

"You shouldn't have done that," the leader stated as he wiped the spit off his face before signaling for one of his crew to stomp on her side breaking two of her ribs with a painful, sickening snap.

"I will not yield," she hissed as her face scrunched in pain before the leader wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed until she passed out.

End Flashback

Not noticing the memory swirling through her mind, he flung her at a nearby tree where her ribcage connected with the tree and a few cracked with a sickening crunch. "I will not yield," she muttered before slumping to the ground out cold with buried memories clawing their way back to the light.

When he noticed that she was no longer conscious he began to calm down and walked towards her. "I should get her home," he sighed as she decided to sift through her memories to figure out where she lived, but the newly surfaced memories interfered with his search and forced him to watch them.

Flashback

It was a chilly day but she didn't care about leaving her jacket open as she walked to school through the woods. Deciding that she would arrive like a normal person on the first day of the new school year she exited the woods about half a block away from the school. As she approached the front of the school she hoisted her backpack further onto her right shoulder and flexed her wrist that held her lunch box when a group of junior and senior boys showed up. "Hey babe. Wanna come with me and the boys off campus for today. You know that we don't do anything on the first day so no one will care. We can show you a good time instead," the leader stated with a lecherous grin as his group of buddies wolf whistled and catcalled from behind him.

"Fuck off pervs. I don't do humans," she responded with venom as she continued to walk to school giving them a wide berth.

"Don't be like that babe. I's sure animals have nothing on us," the leader spoke again as one of them chuckled while another snuck up behind her to grab her wrists in a bruising grip while spinning her around to face the leader again. "I won't ask nicely again," he threatened as he pulled out his switchblade and held it towards her threateningly.

"Screw you asshole!" she shouted as she kicked the leader in the balls before spinning out of the grip on her wrists, dropping her backpack and hitting the one who had held her in the head with her lunchbox before taking off at a sprint, lunchbox still clutched in her hand. "And I don't fuck anything in this world," she yelled as she continued to run.

"You bitch," the leader hissed clutching his crotch in pain. "Well get her," he howled at his group when they only stood there staring dumbly. Jumping to attention they took off after her with their leader shuffling along behind

"C'mere bitch," one called out as he pulled out his own knife and signaled for the fastest of them to find a way to get in front of her.

"I don't want to be anywhere near you perverted fucks!" she yelled back turning her head to see where they were. Unfortunately, she didn't notice the one who had gotten in front of her and slammed into his chest causing her to fall on her ass.

"Well if it isn't the bitch delivery service with another shipment," he smirked as he roughly yanked her up by her arm. "Let's make this easier shall we," he whispered in her ear before cracking his fist into her temple, causing her to crumple in his grip.

A few days after the events of her brutal rape and beating, she woke in the hospital.

"She's awake now doctor," a woman in nurses' scrubs called out as she walked over to Jean's bedside. "How're you feeling sweetie? You got cut up pretty bad," she asked as she sat on the edge of Jean's bed and looked down at her. "Can you tell me our name?" she asked as she continued to study her.

"I'm Jean. Jean Wayne," Jean stated groggily as she attempted to sit up only to hiss as her ribs flared with pain. "Shit that hurt," she huffed as she became aware of the itch that had taken up much of her skin. "Why does my skin feel so tight?" she muttered as she began scratching at her upper arm.

"You have several cuts that are most likely going to scar. They are all still healing so they are going to itch. I believe we should wait until your mother is here before I tell you the full extent of the damage."

"No. Tell me now," Jean demanded as she stared the nurse right in the eye.

"I really believe you should wait until your parents are here before we go over all of the damages."

"I don't care what you think. Tell me now," Jean demanded as her anger began to rise.

"Alright. Let me go get the doctor. He will be able to go over everything with you."

When the doctor arrived, Jean only gave him a cold look. "So what's happened to me doc?"

"Well. How should I put it nicely?"

"Just give it to me straight. I can handle it."

"Well aside from the many lacerations on your neck, back, upper arms and legs, as well as your chest. There was evidence of multiple rapists involved and there was also severe damage to your uterus from an unknown object-"

"Pipe." Jean muttered.

"I'm sorry what did you say?" the nurse questioned

"The assholes who raped me used an old, broken pipe and shoved it in me after they found out I like Transformers," Jean stated as she looked between the nurse and doctor.

"Oh, how horrible," the nurse stated as she held her hands to her mouth in horror.

"Yes. But because of the damage to your uterus we were forced to remove it. Many of your wounds had a lot of dirt in them so we have you on some antibiotics to keep any infection at bay. Also, as you might have guessed you have a few broken ribs, five to be exact. There is a hairline fracture on your skull and a possible concussion. We are going to have to keep you here a few more days to monitor your condition."

"Perfect. Just perfect," Jean snorted as she heard the news.

A few days later… Jean's last day in the hospital

"Alright I believe that we can take off these bandages," the nurse who was present when she woke spoke up as she noticed Jean picking at her bandages agitatedly.

"Finally. I thought that this stay would never end," she muttered as she watched the nurse remove her bandages before accepting the offered hand mirror to examine herself. 'I am absolutely hideous,' she thought as she looked at the scars that made a collar around her neck and continued to cap her shoulders and down her chest. "I'm beautiful," she breathed as her mind tried to cope with the hideous scars that now mapped her skin.

"Good you're awake," the doctor stated as he popped his head into the room. "Your parents are waiting to take you home. I just need to do one last evaluation before I release you,

"Fine whatever I just want out of here," Jean grumbled as she took one last look in the hand mirror before placing it face down on her lap.

After the doctor had completed his last physical exams, he began trying to asses her mental state.

"Doc. I'm fine I don't need you to look at my mental health, besides if someone wasn't messed up after what happened they would have to already have an issue. I have just shoved them away and locked them up because I don't want to know what would happen if they were let loose," Jean snapped after a few minutes of dealing with his tiptoeing conversation.

"As you wish," he replied which caused her to snort a laugh. "What's so funny?"

"As you wish. Sounds like something out of the Princess Bride," she responded amusedly.

A few weeks later

"Just one more," Jean mumbled as she traced another scar along her collarbone with the knife she had recently purchased, the pain caused by the splitting of her skin driving out the darkness that threatened to swallow her mind. "Much better," she sighed as she wiped the quickly coagulating blood with her thumb before licking it. "Should make it through the rest of the day," she muttered as she cleaned her knife before tucking it into the waistband of her underwear, just in front of her hipbone, to hide it from nosy teachers.

"Well well, if it isn't everyone's favorite Bride of Frankenstein," a senior boy teased with a sinister smirk as he eyed Jean p and down. When she moved to avoid him, he growled in displeasure before grabbing her hair from behind and yanking her head back causing her to gasp in pain. "I'm talking to you scar girl," he hissed as she whimpered in his grip.

"Let go," she pleaded as he tightened his grip on her hair bringing tears to her eyes.

"Shut up!" he yelled before slapping her in the face snapping her head to one side and leaving an angry red handprint.

"I said. Let. Go." She suddenly growled as she inched her hand, across her body, towards her hidden knife her anger spiking causing her to lose most of her reasoning.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he demanded as he gave her hair another yank just as her hand clasped the handle of her blade.

"This," she hissed as she pulled her blade and quickly flicked out the blade before driving it into his thigh with a reverse grip on the knife.

"You bitch!" he screamed as he released her hair before grabbing her head and throwing her to the ground before stomping on her screaming in pain as the movement jarred the knife in his leg.

End Flashback

"No wonder you reacted the way you did," Slenderman mused as he withdrew from her memories having found the information he needed. "Seems like you try to keep our past locked away," he whispered as he leaded in closer and moved her shirt to expose her right collarbone where there was a cracked, healing scab on top of one of the scars that was slowly leaking a little blood. "Such a waste," he muttered as he picked her up and swiped his tongue across the injury allowing the healing properties of his saliva to take effect. "Now let's get you home," he stated as he teleported to her room and laid her in her bed before opening the window and teleporting back to his sanctuary.

I honestly much prefer these changes. Reviews are welcome and appreciated. For those who are rereading this with the new update drop me a line on what you think of the changes.