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Rayne had no idea where she was.
The hallway in front of her seemed to go on forever. It was dimly lit by spaced out windows that were so grimy that the sun could not penetrate fully. The place had a...hospital feel to it. She could think of no better way to describe it. The air smelled faintly of dust, of rubbing alcohol, of death. She seemed to be taking in way too much information, and none of it was helpful. The creaking of wooden boards around her. The dirt gritting under her bare feet. The weight and texture of the dark dress she was wearing...
On her right was a row of doorways. The doors were missing from most of them. She forced her feet to carry her forward and peered into the first room. It was empty except for a broken gurney. So it was some type of hospital. She shivered. She hated hospitals, had not been in one since she had lost her parents...
The thought left before it was fully formed. Pulling in a deep breath, she moved to the next doorway. The door was still on this one, although it was hanging at an extreme angle, one rusty nail holding it to the frame. She peeked around it and stepped back with a startled gasp. Bright red eyes were peering back at her. She heard a chattering noise and the click and scrape of claws on the old wooden floors.
Putting her hand to her chest, she giggled at herself. Rats. That was all it was.
She moved on down the hall. The light dimmed as she went, making vision next to impossible. She could see the shapes of things but not what they were. And...she could see a strange green glow coming from a room farther up the hallway.
Whatever that was, she did not want to see it. That light looked...sickly. Evil. She did not know why, but it did. It repelled her and pulled her at the same time.
She ignored the other doorways that she passed, eyes fixed on the green glow. She did not want to see what was in there, what was making that light, but she could not help herself. Her body and her mind were two separate things, and her body was currently in control.
A wave of despair filled her as she stepped into the green light that fell through the doorway. A feeling of being lost, helpless, alone. Weak. Breath coming in shallow hitches, she moved toward the door, stopping as soon as she had stepped over the threshold.
This room was like the first, except for the green that seemed to throb from the walls in a steady beat. A gurney was in the middle of the room, a pale sheet covering the pads on top of it. There were various pieces of equipment scattered around, but unlike the gurney they were in various stages of disrepair.
Her eyes finally settled on the figure standing in the middle of the room. His back was to her. He was wearing a long black leather duster. She did not have to see his face to know that it was Mark.
But...what was he doing? Rayne did not really want to know...just looking at his back, at his stooped posture, his stance, sent a shiver of fear down her back. But she could not leave, could not walk away, could not even close her eyes.
His head came up, turning. She could see his profile, the look of utter...nothingness...on his face. She could not back away from him. She wanted to but her body refused to respond. He turned slowly, and she sucked in a breath.
He hands were wrapped around the neck of a woman. She was on her knees on the floor in front of him, eyes wide, staring up at him. She jerked on his hands but could not budge them. The girl tried to breath but he was choking her...
Rayne made a low sound in her throat. The girl looked so...familiar...somehow. There was something about her...
Then it hit her. Wynn. The neon green streak in her hair seemed to glow in the eerie green light. Mark tightened his grip, uttering a grunt of effort. Rayne wanted to help her friend, to stop him, but she was powerless.
Wynn stopped struggling, her eyes losing focus as Mark kept up the pressure. Her hands fell to her sides and she went limp, head lolling back in his hands. Mark waited a few more moments, then let her go, watching as her lifeless body thumped to the floor.
He straightened up and looked at Rayne. Her mouth opened but no sounds would come out. She wanted to scream. She could feel it building inside her, but it seemed to lodge in her throat.
Mark walked toward her slowly, almost stalking her. He was dressed totally in black leather, his long hair pulled back from his face. His eyes were not blank anymore...she saw once again the dark hunger she'd been sensing from him all day.
Without a word he grabbed the front of her dress and pulled her to the middle of the room. The gurney was at her back. Wynn's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor near her feet. She was aware of all of that and at the same time...did not care. Her eyes were locked on Mark's.
He reached out to her, once again grabbing the material of her dress. His lip curled and he yanked, tearing the fabric open, exposing her bare breasts. Rayne managed to make a low whimpering noise in her throat but that was all. It was as if he were not really seeing her. He was looking right at her but...there was nothing there.
Mark pushed her back until she felt the metal edge of the gurney bite into her skin. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted, then dropped her so that she was sitting on the hard cushion. Rayne managed to get her arms braced, pushing her body up so she wasn't completely lying down.
Mark's hands were already on her legs, pushing her dress up her thighs, bunching it around her hips, exposing her bare center. Rayne's eyes widened as he dropped one hand to the zipper of his leather pants, realizing what he was going to do to her.
Now would be the time to struggle, to scream...but she couldn't do it. It was as if her mind was disconnected from everything.
Mark shoved his pants down his hips. Rayne stared at him, eyes wide with fear. He was hard already. He shoved her back, pressing her flat against the gurney, then slid his hands down to her hips. He yanked her body toward his, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the gurney. Mark pushed her legs apart and stepped between them.
She could feel the head of his cock probing her. She struggled mentally, and managed to shake her head, wanting to scream at him to stop. Mark's hands clutched her hips and he drove brutally, painfully, into her body.
He did not wait for her to get used to his size. She was not ready for this assault. He rammed himself into her again and again, the gurney rocking with each thrust. Tears slipped from her eyes as she tried to block out the pain. His hands left her hips and grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them, making the tears come faster. She could not make him stop...all she could do was hope he would finish quickly and just leave.
Mark continued to thrust into her, his pace never slowing. She felt as if she were being ripped in half. She had never felt pain like this...never. His hands tightened even more on her breasts and his body shuddered with his release as he came inside her, his last brutal thrust causing her to release the scream that had been building up sine he'd began to rape her.
Breathing heavily, Mark pulled away. Rayne watched as he adjusted his clothes, righting himself, before facing her again. He held out his hand.
She stared at it. Did he actually think after what he had just done she would take his hand? Even as the thought formed her hand was raising, coming to rest in his. He helped her to her feet. He'd hurt her. Her legs were aching, her body sore. She felt something trickling down her leg and knew instinctively that it was blood. Or a mixture of blood and his spend...he had taken her forcefully, roughly, if she wasn't bleeding a little she would be surprised.
Mark led her slowly to the fallen body of her friend. He turned to face her, and put his hands on her shoulders. Rayne gave him one last look then closed her eyes. His fingers slid to her throat, caressing her skin before clamping down. The pressure was gradual, slow, almost...sensual. Nothing like the rape she had endured. She welcomed it, welcomed the feeling of his hands on her neck, of not being able to breath.
His hands suddenly tightened painfully, cutting off her air completely. Rayne's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, seeing that same blank look on his face that had been there when he'd strangled Wynn. She opened her mouth and tried to gulp for air, but there was nothing...she could feel her vision fading, the green washing out of the room...and finally she found the strength to struggle.