Hey Arnold! The Maximum Curly Saga Chapter 28: Rhonda Lives Again, Part 3, a hey arnold fanfic

CHAPTER 28: RHONDA LIVES AGAIN, PART 3

By day, he is known as Arnold Shortman; a young man living with his parents running a boarding house in the city of Hillwood. He has a impetuous but artfully talented fiancee named Helga Pataki, a girl with a troubled past with a hole in her heart that only he can fill. Most of this life is boring.

By night, he is known as the Green Eye; a superhuman crimefighter known as a Spirit Master, with a body conditioned to all sorts of hostile environments, the knowledge of every language to man, and mastery over all martial arts. He has a quest to defend the city of Hillwood from any threats within its body and see that its citizens live in peace and without pain. This life is much more exciting.

To protect his friends and family, he tries to keep these two lives, these two identities, separate and acts very cautiously not to let them touch, let only trouble would come about for him and anyone else he holds dear. He has already faced a dire threat to his betrothed Helga once, and come very close to losing her for good. This cannot be risked twice.

On this day, however, he is forced to use these two lives in conjunction to end a greater threat to everyone in the city and everyone he loves. There is another Spirit Master in this city, and her mind is under far less control than his, with a taste for vengeance taking hold over everything else.

Once, her name was Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, a privileged girl born to rich parents. 1 year ago, she was subject to the attack of a tortured soul turned pure evil known before as Thaddeus 'Curly' Gammelthorpe, but known to all as 'The Freak'. Following a series of events that led to her giving her heart to save another's life, she had died, but left in peace.

Or, so she seemed to leave in peace. Now, with a living body once again, Rhonda is after something new, and no one fully understands what or why, but it ultimately does not matter. The mission of the Green Eye is to find Rhonda and stop her, preventing any further life from being lost.

He walks the streets of Hillwood now to hunt his target, his mind expanded to the hearts and souls of all in his city in search, but there is a thought at the back of his mind that ceases his concentration from its maximum efficiency. He knows that he will have to stop Rhonda, but, pray tell, how does he stop her?

As a child, he had made it a point to not only never harm a soul, but seek to help others in need when they had needed it. As the Green Eye, Arnold holds that same sentiment, if not stronger than before. Consequently, this means that he cannot bring himself to end a human life, not even one as atrocious as the Freak's.

But he knows that there is no way to stop someone like Rhonda now short of killing her. He knows from what he has seen in her heart that there is only pure and unbridled vengeance in her heart, and she walks with the intent of death in her mind. He also knows that she is not truly alive; merely a living body acting as an empty shell of old thoughts.

Is it truly murder to kill someone like this, some sort of undead specter that has no will other than that of an animal's? Is it murder to allow her to live while others might die, leaving that same blood on his hands? Is it even possible for him to even kill her, or, much less can he even die himself?

Though these questions ring within Arnold's mind with heavy contemplation, he knows that there is no time to think about these things now. What matters now is that he prevents any more harm from coming to others, and that begins with finding Rhonda. Turning his mind back to the rest of the city, he continues on his search.

An hour passes as he walks through Hillwood, and he passes by the massive tree known by the town as 'Mighty Pete'. He remembers the many times he has had with this tree; saving it from being demolished and building a treehouse within and spending many hours in it with his friends. The tree has overgrown the treehouse and swallowed up most of it, preserving much of it inside.

Another hour passes. He passes by the Kiska movie theater, remembering the many blockbusters and grindhouse films he would frequent with Gerald for a good laugh. The theater has gone out of business once before, much like the Avon, but a poster on the front announcing a grand re-opening, with a marathon of Shaw Brothers kung-fu films playing on the opening.

Yet another hour passes. He passes by Geraldfield; the former landfill that served for many fun baseball games that they all enjoyed, and some not-so-fun moments like when Ludwig and Wolfgang had tied them up and left them hanging for an entire nights' worth. He only wishes now that, when the affairs they have to deal with as the Hillwood Heroes end, they will at last find the time to simply share the simple joy of playing a baseball game together, as friends.

Though he craves for that sort of peace once again, he knows that will not come until he completes his duty as the Green Eye, and bring an end to the pain of his city. The next obstacle in that goal is the resurrected Rhonda, and he must resume that mission until he has found his success.

Before continuing on any further, however, there is one more affair he must tend to. Taking out his cell phone and going through his contacts, Arnold selected the one he saved at the very top of his most-called contacts, and one of the most important people in his own life:

Helga.

Pressing the 'call' button, Arnold patiently awaited for an answer to the line, sitting atop a small crate in an alley to focus his attention on this call. Finally, after seconds of waiting that felt like an eternity, Arnold's call was received, allowing him to hear his fiance's voice once again.

"Hey Arnold. What's up?" Helga asked.

"Nothing, Helga. I'm just missing you. Guess I just needed to hear your voice." Arnold said.

"I can remember a time when I would've been in your place. Guess my bad influcences have been rubbing off on you as much as your good ones rubbed off on me, huh?"

"Oh, so you're not missing me, huh?"

"I'm just kidding, football head! Of course I miss you, but I've really been looking forward to this festival as well."

"Yeah, I know, I know. So, everything going well?"

"You betcha. You remember that piece I made last month, 'Lotus of Two Bodies on the Lake of Serenity'?"

"Oh, yeah, that was the one with... right, the guy and the girl were... wrapped around each other and they were on a lily pad on a pond, right?"

"Well, 'lake', not 'pond', but yes. Anyway, I sold that statue for $700."

"Really? I would've thought that would be a couple of million dollars, that way you can get us both rich."

"I wish. But as long as I've got you, I've got all I need. But the money's good, too."

The two shared a light laugh; their chuckles caught by one another over the line.

"Listen, I've got to go now, I've got some... well, you know how it is. Green-Eye stuff. I just wanted to call and check in." Arnold said.

"I gotcha. So, everything's going good, right?" Helga asked.

"Yeah, yeah, Helga, everything's going just..."

Unable to lie about his current situation, Arnold trailed in his speech, knowing that he would have to share the truth with his fiancee.

"Arnold? Hey Arnold? What's wrong?" Helga asked.

"N-No, Helga, actually, everything's not fine. Something really bad happened while you were gone." Arnold said.

"What? What happened? Oh, god, you didn't have another one of those weird freakouts, did you?"

"Not exactly. I found out what was causing them, and it... It's a really long story, Helga, and I'll tell you all about it when it's over. Listen, I just need you to stay up in Seattle for now. Talk with the hotel and see if you can get an extension or something, I'll wire you some money if you need it."

"Arnold? What's going on? You're scaring me."

"What scares me is the idea of you coming down here in the middle of this mess. I'll call you when the coast is clear, but I need you to stay safe. Okay, Helga? Please? Promise me you won't do anything this time? I don't want you to get hurt."

"But you're not even telling me what's going-"

"Helga. Please. Promise me right now you'll stay right there until I say so."

A moment of silence befell the other line, leading Arnold to grow anxious from his lack of reply. Looking back to his screen to check if the line was connected, he found that it indeed still was, but this only added to his own insecure feelings over the new affair he had found on his hands.

"Helga?" Arnold asked.

"Okay, Arnold. I promise." Helga said.

"Good. Please just trust that I'm doing this for your own safety. I can't risk you getting hurt again."

"I still don't like that you're not telling me what's going on."

"Like I said, it's a really long story. It'll be better if I tell you in person, but I cannot let you anywhere near here yet until it's safe."

"Okay, okay. You're the expert. If all you want me to do is stay in Seattle for a few more days, I can do that. Besides, I wanted to see the Space Needle anyway. I didn't think I'd have time otherwise. I'll see you when... whatever this is is over."

"Okay, thank you. I love you, Helga."

"I love you, too, Arnold. Be safe."

Concluding the conversation, Arnold pressed the 'end call' button, putting at least one of his concerns to rest before his hunt could continue. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, a small sense of relaxation came over his body, giving him enough courage to continue on his mission.

Picking himself up from the crate, Arnold took back to the streets, continuing on his hunt for Rhonda.

Following many more hours into his hunt, the day finally gives way to night; the moon coming out to take the place of the sun. Now, he can continue his hunt in a more efficient manner, allowing his alter-ego to complete a task that he could not do as the mere man named Arnold Shortman.

Taking to a back alley, Arnold shed his civilian clothes for the garb of the Green Eye, allowing a Spirit Master to complete what a man, even one with the ability to see into the hearts and minds of others, could do. Suited up in a full green suit and with his trusted staff on his back, it was time to take his hunt more seriously.

Leaping up to a fire escape, the Green Eye swung off of it to reach another on the adjacent wall. Jumping off his elevated position back to the other, and back over again, he continued his tic-tac across the alleyway walls until reaching the top, catching the edge of the rooftop under his foot and climbing to the top.

Now, with his new vantage point, the Green Eye opens his mind to the city once again, ready to seek out and eradicate the threat that lies in its heart; like a well-tuned immune system ready to attack and destroy the threat to a human body before infection could settle in.

His mind reaches far to the edges of the city and back, opening his mind and heart to receive the many others that live in this city. He can feel and live the very passions and dreams of the many citizens of Hillwood, all the good and bad all the same, giving him a pure, unbridled feeling of humanity in his mind.

If only everyone could feel this way, perhaps there would be some semblance of peace in this world, he thinks. But this thought only stays with him for the moment, as there is a greater problem to tend to now: Finding Rhonda and stopping her from ending any more lives.

He continued to reach into the heart of the city of Hillwood, but he found no luck to his target yet.

C'mon, Rhonda. I know you're out there, and I know you can feel me somewhere. Just show yourself. Green Eye thought.

Though he did not expect any sort of actual answer from this own mental note in his mind, this simple request had actually bore some fruit; something that the Green Eye found out with a most unexpected reply. A strange pulse of emotion had shot over his body, leaving him to gasp in surprise, and accompanied with this sensation was a voice.

Lover. Rhonda said.

With the sound of her voice in his head, the Green Eye also found himself in her head as well; his point of view changed to that of Rhonda's. From her view, he deduced that she was somewhere on Cotton Street, standing on a rooftop just above the road, looking down on it.

This was not his primary concern, however. What she was looking at on the road was a motorcade of vehicles driving down, and within the centermost car was the infamous crime boss himself, 'Little' Nicky Russotti. Taking her swords and holding them in front of her face and laughing, giving the Green Eye a taste of what was about to come tonight.

In a flash of telepathic interference, the Green Eye returned consciousness to its original place, back in his own body where it still stood on this rooftop. The surprise and shock of seeing Rhonda gain control over the same mental powers had brought more concern to him, especially in the way she had figured out how to use it, but this point did not compare to the threat that was clear and present for 'Little' Nicky.

Even with someone with a past atrocious as his, there is no way he can allow human life to be lost, so he makes his way towards the motorcade to save them from the coming threat, leaping from rooftop to rooftop to catch up. Most importantly than the goal of saving 'Little' Nicky, he also gives himself the self-reassurance to fight Rhonda, her having all his powers and apparent knowledge of fighting.

With an opponent such as this, he will need it.

The motorcade of 'Little' Nicky continued on its way down the streets of Hillwood, with the aforementioned mob boss sitting in comfortably in the backseat of one of his vehicles while enjoying a vodka martini in one hand and a Cuban cigar in the other. With many tasks on his mind to ensure his goal is accomplished, it only makes sense that he indulges in some pleasure to put that working mind at ease.

What does not put his mind so much at ease, however, is the deafening sound of a rumbling motorcycle heading towards their way, as well as a warning coming over the radio regarding it. The state of relaxation, or, whatever that can pass for relaxation in his mind, had come to a close, putting him back on the focus of business.

"Sir, unknown threat ahead. Individual is a woman dressed in a black jacket, riding atop a large motorcycle." The radio said.

"Understood. Continue on course." 'Little' Nicky said.

"Sir?"

"I said: Continue on course. Clear enough for you that time?"

"...Yes, sir."

Taking heed of the warning, 'Little' Nicky chugged down the last of his drink, and snuffed out the flame of his cigar. With his distractions of pleasure out of the way, he remained in his seat, choosing to fasten his seatbelt to ensure his own safety, patiently awaiting whatever would come next.

As usual, Weston had no idea what to make of his employer's plans, leading him to question his motives.

"Sir, if I may, shouldn't we be avoiding this threat?" Weston asked.

"No need. As you can see, this problem is soon to be solved for us." 'Little' Nicky said.

To demonstrate his point, 'Little' Nicky pointed to the car mirror, leading Weston to look in it with him. Taking a look at the viewing provided by the reflection, the pair shared a glance at a streak of green running across the rooftops towards them, easily indentifiable as the Green Eye.

"Sir, what if this is an attack he's trying for?" Weston asked.

"The man can sneak in the dark and disappear and reappear whenever he wants. If he wanted to make a move on us, he would've done it already, not run right where we can see him like a jackass. It looks like these two have some affair of their own, and we're just caught in the crossfire. So, sit back and enjoy the show." 'Little' Nicky said.

[Soundtrack Cue: Rammstein - Feuer Frei]

Riding down the street with 700 pounds of heavy steel between her legs, the soulless and senseless Rhonda Lloyd drove her motorcycle straight towards the motorcade, carefully planning her method of attack. In front of her were 3 cars lined up in a row, with her target in the one in the middle. Tightening her grip on the throttle, Rhonda increased her speed towards the first car, ready to begin her strike.

Holding the front of the bike up in a wheelie, Rhonda drove right over the first car, launching it in the air. Abandoning the bike for her target, she stood straight up atop the seat, performing a backflip off it and aiming for the car in front. Keeping on its course, the bike landed in the windshield of the last car, its heavy weight breaking straight through the windshield and crushing its metal build.

Unable to keep up with the rest of the motorcade in its damaged state, no longer able to efficiently able to drive, the third car had been forced to stop in the road. Having dispatched the car behind, Rhonda readied her swords to stop the first car; this task being far easier to do while standing on its hood.

Taking her swords and driving them into the chest and head of the driver, this car was also forced to stop, but did so far less gracefully. Without a living driver in control of the car, it swerved on the street until it came in collision with a parked truck, finally letting it come to a stop.

As the car came to a crude stop, Rhonda was sent on a crude landing from the event just as well, being launched onto the asphalt and tumbling across it, earning some nasty scrapes and road burns as a result. With her newfound powers of the Spirit Master, however, these gashes and wounds healed in mere seconds, as if they were never present in the first place.

Taking notice of the remaining henchmen of 'Little' Nicky exiting the crashed car, all armed with submachine guns, Rhonda laughed at the coming threat, licking her lips in anticipation.

With her swords drawn, the revenant of vengeance rushed towards the armed men, making good use of her bladed weapons to disarm them as well, in a most literal sense of the word. Being left with their right arms all severed, the dismembered limbs still holding their weapons, the henchmen were quickly relieved of the rest of their bodily parts and lives with more handiwork of Rhonda's blades.

Observing the carnage as it unfolded, 'Little' Nicky analyzed the situation for himself, deciding the best course of action to take with this scenario.

"Hmm. I guess my second guess was right. That biker bitch's here to kill us, and the Green Eye's here to stop it, but he's falling a little behind." 'Little' Nicky said.

"Then, sir, shouldn't we be preparing to leave now?" Weston asked.

"Hell, no. This is the part where I do to this little lady the same thing I do to anyone else who's tried to knock me off: Rip their spine out."

Unbuckling his seat belt, 'Little' Nicky exited his car, gingerly adjusting his suit collar as he left. Standing outside his car with his other armed guards, he signaled them back, calmly walking straight up to Rhonda as she did much of the same towards him, stopping just short of each other.

"You mind explaining to me what you're trying to do by making hot dog meat out of my men, little lady?" 'Little' Nicky asked.

"I'm here... for my lover. You... are in my way." Rhonda said.

"Is that so? Then why don't you go ahead and try to move me out of your way?"

As the fight began to brew for Rhonda and 'Little' Nicky, the Green Eye caught up to the rest of the scene at last, but only to find himself too late for much of the damage already. Watching the massive mafioso and the revenant of vengeance come face-to-face with one another in a fight, the time seemed clearer now more than ever to make his move now and put a stop to the violence from continuing.

Between Rhonda and 'Little' Nicky, however, this violence was only just beginning, and they were barely starting to get some enjoyment out of it. For a fight between such a mismatch of opponents, a superpowered but ultimately average-sized young woman against a towering bodybuilder with martial arts training, their attacks are much different as they were from one another.

Rhonda's movements were quick and frantic; not without coordination, but only mostly effective on those who had no prior training to avoid them. 'Little' Nicky is one of those men with prior training, and not only could properly avoid her strikes, but knew just when and where to put some of his own, much like the hook thrown to her stomach, sending her back.

Recognizing 'Little' Nicky's more slow and coordinated sense of attacks from his fists, like a samurai as precise with an attack from his steel katana, Rhonda thought carefully on how to make her next attack; the ideas running through her augmented mind faster than a normal man could.

Before thinking on her next attack, however, her mind also caught notice of another player who had entered this game of death. This was not simply some new guest in the fight, but, instead, the very same person that she was seeking to find on this night, bringing a smile to her face and letting all logic leave what remained of her mind.

"Arnold." Rhonda said.

Rushing straight to her target, Rhonda completely lost all care regarding 'Little' Nicky, preparing to run past him to reach the Green Eye. This mistake cost her not only a chance to think of her next attack, but also found 'Little' Nicky's large foot land directly into her stomach, kicking her away from her intended target.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you." 'Little' Nicky said.

"Don't do this, Nicky. She's here for me. You let me take her now and let this be." Green Eye said.

"After your girlfriend here tried to stick me? No chance. You get out of here now while I'll let you."

"Lover!" Rhonda shouted.

With Rhonda rushing back towards the Green Eye with 'Little' Nicky stuck between the two of them, it was obvious that there would be no way for them to get to each other without fighting him, and the massive mafioso was more than happy to see that fight carried out.

Putting up an offensive towards 'Little' Nicky, Rhonda unleashed more of her quick attacks on him, all the while the Green Eye sought to face 'Little' Nicky to prevent him from bringing any harm to her. Facing both the Green Eye and Rhonda on each of his sides, 'Little' Nicky had found himself a decent fight under assault from two Spirit Masters, but proved himself once again to be able to hold his own.

Blocking both the strikes of the Green Eye's staff with one arm and Rhonda's blades with the other, 'Little' Nicky's own martial arts skills were put to a good test, showing once again why he was the man who ruled all crime in Hillwood with a tight grip in his iron fist.

Initially, Rhonda did not understand how the large man was able to block her sword strikes with nothing more than his forearm, but, following enough strikes to the cloth, the reason revealed itself in due time. Cutting away at the cloth of his suit, the blades soon found themselves colliding with cold steel, the metal belonging to arm guards on his forearms.

"Armguards. Essential in many Japanese martial arts. Also, that suit was custom. They're very pricey, especially for someone of my size." 'Little' Nicky said.

Displaying the usage of his armguards once again, 'Little' Nicky threw a pair of whipping forearm strikes to the Green Eye and Rhonda, knocking both aside. Having most of his suit ruined by the sword strikes of the latter foe, he simply took it off and threw it aside, freeing himself up for the fight to continue.

Rushing back up to 'Little' Nicky, Rhonda threw her swords straight down to her enemy, letting him block the strike as she expected. With her swords against his armguards, she began pushing against him to head towards the other end of the area, attempting to corner him, and her new super-strength proving that task more than doable.

While pushing against him, she led him running straight into the Green Eye, now giving him a large obstacle of pure flesh and muscle straight towards him. As 'Little' Nicky was leaning into the push in an attempt to push back, he had inadvertently given the Green Eye a way over, allowing him to jump atop his back and leap over the two, now placing Rhonda in the middle of this fight.

Taking control of the new situation, Rhonda readied a sword to each opponent, now being forced to take on two enemies at once. The idea of acting offensively when surrounded by two different enemies is not an advisable tactic, but Rhonda makes use of it anyway, and proceeds on this goal quite well, all things considering.

To the Green Eye, this fight is a matter of life and death; necessary to get her to stop from harming any more lives, whether they are good or bad.

To 'Little' Nicky, this is a fight of honor; meant to establish his place as the head of crime in Hillwood, and prove the veneer he presents that he is invincible.

To Rhonda... this is all just foreplay, and her main interest is the Green Eye.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

Soon, however, the fight must eventually come to an end, and it does so with the sound of sirens approaching the area. Recognizing that this would put a damper on her own plans, Rhonda delivered a pair of slaps to each of her opponents with the sides of her blades, running off to find shelter.

Unable to let her escape, the Green Eye prepared himself to pursue her, but not before delivering one last word to 'Little' Nicky.

"This isn't over." Green Eye said.

"Not by a long shot." 'Little' Nicky said.

With the two having their understanding, the Green Eye departed for Rhonda, heading back into the vines of the urban jungle to find her once again. Unable to be stopped by the police again in his own mission, 'Little' Nicky adjusted his tie, calmly preparing to leave the area.

"Weston, let's get in the car and go... and call my tailor in London." 'Little' Nicky said.

"Yes, sir." Weston said.

As the massive mafioso prepared to depart and complete the next task in his own plans, whatever they might be, the Green Eye continued his pursuit of Rhonda, just barely holding onto the trail she had left behind. The rooftops of the city provide a perfect environment for someone like him to catch up to others on foot alone, but having to chase after another at the same game is no easier said than done.

Just as before, this is a matter of life and death for the Green Eye; he has seen Rhonda kill and he cannot allow her to do so again.

Just as before, this is mere play for Rhonda; she is only stuck with her own strange and inexplicable infatuation with him and she cannot do anything but follow it.

So, she does just this; dashing across the rooftops of Hillwood, making playful displays of grace and flamboyancy, never seeming to take this chase seriously. The Green Eye does not understand why she does this, but all it does is cloud his concentration with anger and shut down much of his thoughts.

Consequently, he suddenly found himself losing track of Rhonda altogether, leaving him stuck on a rooftop alone under the starry night. Having failed to capture her, a sense of anger overcame his mind, forcing him to throw up his fists in rage, and scream in hopes of letting out his frustration. It does not help, and it does not drown the concerns of what Rhonda would do next.

Suddenly, he found that he would no longer have to concern himself on what Rhonda might be doing next, as he found her flying straight down towards him from the air. Before able to move to defend himself from the coming strike, the Green Eye felt her swords pierce through his hands, leaving him to scream in pain.

With her body weight knocking him down to the ground, the swords embedded in the Green Eye's hands pierced through the rooftop they stood on as well, leaving him unable to free himself from this vulnerable position. The next thing he expected to come now was some form of torture or attack, but, though he prepared himself for it, found neither come his way.

Instead, Rhonda took her time to sit atop his restrained body, looking in his eyes and giggling so innocently at him. His eyes glow a bright green, and hers glow a bright blue; both looking back into one another with different minds and even more different thoughts behind them.

"What do you want, Rhonda? You've got me right where you want me, why aren't you doing anything to me?" Green Eye asked.

Not wanting to have to continue looking at his eyes through the simple harlequin mask over his face, Rhonda removed it, tossing it to the side.

"I do have you right where I want you, lover. But I'm not doing anything yet... because I wish to savor this moment." Rhonda said.

Wrapping her hands around his forearms, Rhonda leaned down to kiss him, bring both surprise and shock to the restrained Green Eye. The feeling of this exchange flooded his mind with many pleasant thoughts; the warmth and taste of her breath, the wet and light suck of her lips, the intrusion of her coarse and ticklish tongue, but none of it felt right; not being forced like this and not from someone who was not Helga.

Trying to free himself, the Green Eye pushed against the swords that kept his hands pinned down, but could not push the swords back up, despite his best efforts to move and try to end this affair. His concentration and will to try were strong, but soon found themselves giving in to the more primal feeling of lust making him unable to focus any longer.

His body began to react to the situation as well; his genitals beginning to harden against his will. Encouraging the feeling to continue, Rhonda began grinding her own crotch against his; her own warm and wetting womb beginning to just barely touch against his member, teasing him further into arousal.

"Yes... That's it... Give into this feeling, lover. You and I both want this." Rhonda said.

Having brought her 'lover' to a starting point of arousal, Rhonda shed her jacket and leotard, exposing her body for the Green Eye to see. Being put in front of a nude woman, especially one with a body as well-toned as Rhonda's, his state of arousal was no longer able to be contained; his ability to fight back long gone.

Reaching her hands downward, Rhonda removed the Green Eye's pants, unbuckling the belt and pulling them down along with his underwear, revealing the tool she needed next. Grabbing his hard member and stroking it lightly, moving the skin up and down the shaft, she drew forth the first few drops of anticipation from him, showing him to be fully ready.

In whatever muddled mess of a mind the undead body of Rhonda possessed, there is still one memory that plays clearly for her, the most haunting and damning one of all her life. Remembering herself a year ago, back on the floor of her bedroom with a bullet in her stomach, she relived the instance of when she was first taken by the Freak.

Being unable to move from her injury, and unable to speak up with a gag in her mouth, she was left unable to fight back as the Freak moved his hands to her bathrobe, beginning to untie it and reveal her unspoiled body. Looking on the temple he wished to defile for so long, the Freak gave a smile towards the injured Rhonda, with a lustful smile to back it up.

"And there's nothing I like better on my birthday than opening my presents." The Freak said.

Running his hands over Rhonda's body, the Freak caressed her breasts; his hands roughly gripping at the flesh and fat of her mammary glands. Each stroke of his hands made her grow angered and restless, leading her to try to fight back with whatever means she could, being injured and restrained.

Not being fond of her attempts to fight back, the Freak drove his finger into the bullet wound in her belly, piercing into muscle and tissue. The act threw Rhonda into intense pain, leaving her to scream loudly behind the gag in her mouth. Her screams of pain soon followed with tears; crying that someone would make the pain stop.

Satisfied to see her no longer fighting back, the Freak returned to groping her body, feeling her soft skin that he had wished to get his hands on so bad for so long. No longer satisfied with her breasts, he moved his hands downward, to her exposed vulva, taking note of its shaven state.

Immediately driving his fingers inside, the Freak began feeling around the most sensitive anatomy of Rhonda, imagining himself touching her very soul. His touch was less than gentle could be, prodding into her membrane and flesh with no lubrication, making her start to groan in both pain and pleasure.

His prodding soon began to produce lubricant, leaving his fingers starting to get wet and sticky from her secretions. The smell was inviting and intoxicating, and its taste was like ambrosia to the twisted mind processing it. With his victim aroused and ready for him to continue, the Freak began pulling down his pants, retrieving his own member to penetrate the wet entrance he had prepared.

Positioning himself up against her crotch, the Freak pressed his organ to Rhonda's, ready to enter.