Chapter Nine: A New Beginning
She awoke sometime later in a very dark, small room, breathing in the familiar fowl breath of the man she loathed so very much, "Where am I?" she asked; trying to sound calm, although it was very difficult to remain calm in this situation.
"My home," he answered, and she realized that he was lying directly on top of her...
"Please," she begged, "let me go."
"Only after I've had the chance to finish what we've begun," and she realized-- with some hope that both were fully clothed.
"What time is it?' she asked; closing her eyes to shut out the sight of the two, piercing yellow eyes ones that were staring at her.
"Nearly seven," he replied.
"My parents--"
"Won't find you here, La Petite Rouge," he answered, and she felt him grab her arm, and gently kiss it.
"Please," she begged; a single tear rolling down her cheek, "let me-- What's that?" she suddenly asked, seeing the small vial of silver liquid shimmering in the darkness, "Something that will ensure that I get what I want," and before she could fight his advances, the sharp needle had pierced her flesh, and she let out a scream that was soon cut short as the drug began its dreadful work; she could no longer move... her eyes were forced open, for she could not close them-- she could not speak-- she could not scream; she could only listen and see.
"There now, little one," he whispered, and he began to undress...
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She wanted to scream-- to fight, but she could not, for the strange drug was both quick and long lasting; she felt awful pain, but she tried to remain sure that she would eventually escape, although she knew that giving herself false hope would be just as bad as death...
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He eventually finished.
He took himself off of her, and smiled, "You're not out of it yet, are you, La Petite Rouge?"
Let me go, she thought, pleadingly, You've taken what it was you set out to take... Let me go...
I shall sleep alongside you tonight-- our first night of many... together, and I promise I'll be up again when the drug wears off-- I'm a light sleeper," he explained, and yawned; settling down beside her.
I'll never be home again, she thought, hopelessly, as Phillipe began snoring...
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When she was able to close her eyes, she nearly screamed, but then, regaining her head, she realized that her best bet was to stay there until the drug had worn off completely.
Please work, she thought, attempting to move her hands with no result but more bitterness, Please work...
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She slowly felt her hands reaching out... as quickly as the drug had taken effect, it was wearing off, Thank God, she thought, and without another thought, she rolled off of the small bed, and landed on the floor with ease; she felt nothing-- as the drug had worn off, it had numbed her nearly all over, but she still felt the pain of the act-- God, give me strength, she thought, grabbing her clothes off of the floor, and slowly dressing, The pig will soon hang, she thought, standing; her legs nearly gave way, but she continued walking towards the door, and out of the cottage; her trembling hands reached forward... but a rough hand grabbed her by the shoulder; holding her back, and causing her to cry out in surprise-- and then screaming in disbelief. Spinning around, she found him standing there, holding a second vial, and the bloody needle; her eyes widened in surprise-- He has more-- "You're not getting away from me," he whispered-- Not again, she begged... It's now or--
Thinking fast, she slapped the vial out of his hands, and it fell to the floor; shattering into a million pieces. She snatched the needle, and brought it down; into his hand-- blood squirted out of the open wound, and she tore away from him; determined to get away before being hurt for a second time.
She tore through the woods; unsure of which way she was headed, Don't let him find me again, she thought, wildly.
"Come back here, you little slut!" a voice screamed from behind her; she fell to her knees, and hid under a small bush; her legs still slightly numb, she closed her eyes; hoping that he would not discover her. Everything had gone horribly wrong... I can't get away, she realized at last, These are his woods-- His...
A single tear fell from her eye, as she realized that everything was lost, "Marie-Christine..." a voice hissed, and she stood, and began running again; No escape, she thought, But if I--
Then, something happened; her foot caught in a small hole in the earth, and she screamed, No... she thought; trying to break free of her bind to the ground, but the hole opened up, and swallowed her whole...