AN - Ok, I was unsure about posting this so close to the festive season, but then I also thought that you wouldn't want to start a new year with a blow! So here it is. Please note there is a Warning with this scene! - Sexual Nature involved. (Hopefully i've done it in a somewhat tasteful way and not a graphic way!)

I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and enjoys the festivities however they are spent!

I am a health care profession for those who don't know, and this is my first time having all of Christmas off, so I will be logging off here for a good few days and then I will be back to join you all and continue to update!

Merry Christmas Everyone, Stay Safe

Lauren

xx

Chapter Twelve

'Wait it out Sam, you can try again in a bit. Let me show you how it's done…'

Elizabeth's breath caught the back of her throat, how did she not see this becoming a possibility, how did she miss it. Her mind hazed as her levels of dehydration reached soaring heights, she gasped for air as a weight came down on her lower abdomen area, her head thrown back into the gravel, as she silently prayed for a miracle.

Her gaze turned over to Sam, trying hard to focus on him and determine if he was going to make a call, but her vision was distorted, tears building as she felt a rush of cold air skim her thighs as layers were removed. Her body laced with fear and goosebumps she glanced down and looked at her body, her arms and legs tightened in their grip, sending an unsettling pain through her body as her muscles were stretched beyond limits.

Unsure if Sam had made the call or not she decided to make noise in the event of someone listening in; hoping for that miracle.

'Get off me! Ray Get off!' Elizabeth screamed, her body shaking as her eyes locked with his, the act of violence about to be carried out evident to them both, a violent attack on her body, soul, spirit and enduring sense of self worth and esteem. An act of power to one but a cold torture generated from evil to the other.

Her lips trembled as she felt his thumb push into the wound on her thigh, she choked on her screams as the pain ripped through her, forcing her to arch her back, exposing herself to him. He watched as her body twisted in what he believed were pleasurable ways as he continued his actions, setting up his next move.

'Noooo, NO please I beg you, Please NOOOOOOOO' the shrilling sound of her high pitched scream echoed around the room, her voice snapping as she couldn't hit a higher volume. Sam covered his ears and closed his eyes, unable to bear witness to the sights before him.

'Shut up you stupid bitch' Ray snapped, his fists colliding with her face, sending it flying to the left, knocking the wind from her soul. She panted and grimaced as she felt her pull in her core, depths that did not belong to him were being explored. A tear rolled down her cheek to her lips, offering the slightest form of hydration to her aching body. She closed her eyes, her lips trembling, her voice removed from her, no screams escaped only pleading words for her husband to rescue her, she didn't have it in her to be subject to anything more. She wanted to give up, but knew she couldn't.

His motions forced her body to move, the stones on the ground digging into her flesh as she rolled over them. Her mind was empty; not a single thought was able to gather in the darkness of her mind. More tears splashed onto her lips, her tongue catching them trying to offer her mouth some rehydration. Elizabeth wasn't sure she fully understood the concept of what assault was, or is, until now. Now that moments of her life were stolen from her, a game to them but a prison sentence for her.

He tore into her as if she was less than meat, simply a thing to bear the brunt of his pent up rage he had failed to process years ago, he had failed to look into the mirror of his soul and calm his inner beast. Instead he stole the Beauty from the world, and her own intimate world at that.

The spreading of purple and red blotches, nail marks and finger prints from the firm grasp on her skin were only surface wounds, the real wound was deep inside, a wound that only she could feel but would have repercussions for generations to come. An emotional tornado that ruined more lives than just hers. Even lives yet to be brought into existence. This act of evil forced her to close off emotionally, her husband will fall victim to that as well, he in turn will close off in his own way, forcing their children to suffer, and so forth. The trauma of these events had the power to transmit onto the next in a lack of nurturing, an inability to form a strong loving bond from this moment forth.

The dust from the ground began to pick up as her body was pushed harder, the gravel rising into the air and falling on her skin, coughing and choking as it filled her mouth, her eyes burning as grit entered them, but it was nothing like the pain that radiates elsewhere. She prayed silently that this battle would not ruin her life, willing herself to push through this, to force herself to face these wounds. She knew if she got out of here alive that she would not be unhinged, she would not be who she was, she would be tainted, just like Ray had said.

She rapidly tried to fight for a solution in her mind, to seek safety with someone who has never caused her so much pain, a person she loves and is loved by, her person; Henry. Her mind froze at the thought of her husband, how he didn't deserve this, how he would be so worried about her and this time had every right to be. The tears that fell were for him; for their marriage would not be the same now, she just hoped they were strong enough to get through this; she hoped that she was strong enough.

Air filtered back into her lungs as the pressure was lifted from her; her body only hers again. But she didn't move, frozen in position and buried into the gravel, every single atom of her desperate for an act of mercy.

'You're up Sam' Ray laughed, pushing the young kid over to Elizabeth. Her eyes moved, her gaze falling on the young boy as he re applied the pressure on her body. Her head slowly turned to look at him directly. Tears in his own eyes. He leant down to her ear and whispered

'I called them, my phone died but I did call' Tears blinked down her cheeks, a moment of hope flooding back to her for a split second.

'Oooo whispering dirty talk are we' Jesse chuckled and the other men laughed along as they watched. Sam shook his head as he moved back about to carry out the most sinful actions known to mankind, but he froze.

'Get on with it!' Ray shouted and stood up, marching over to him. 'Why have you stopped?' He asked, pulling out his gun and clicking into position on Sam's head.

'I, I, Did you hear that?' He turned his attention to the door, the sound of tyres screeching to a halt echoed through the building. Ray turned his aim to the door, flicking it in a motion which gestured for the other boys and himself to investigate.

'Make sure she doesn't move!' Ray shouted as he cautiously stepped out through the door.

'Let me go' She begs, before the door is even closed. Her eyes frantically wander to the door and back to Sam. 'That's them, I know it is, let me go. Help me' she struggled.

'I..I can't. Ray will know, he will come back and He will know. What if it's not them' he shook in fear. His mind was in overdrive as he reached up onto the side and grabbed a handgun. His hands shook with fear as he cocked it and aimed at her face.

'Don't do this. Listen to me, lis-'

'No! Ray is my cousin, I can't let him down, I can't let my mom down! That call brought the cops, he's going to know, he's going to know it was me and then he's going to be mad, so mad. No!' He ranted, his breathing erratic as was Elizabeths as she watched him stand and pace back and forth, his mind running wild, until he froze and fired a shot.