"Shit" was I could think as I was pushed to the ground. My heart shattered right then and there as I lay helplessly. Mack and Denise laughed and chuckled as they began kicking me and cursing at me. Blow after painful blow to my chest and ribs, I began coughing up blood and feeling my heart beat slowly fading. I didn't want to die but death sounded a lot better than what they began doing to me. I couldn't hear their thoughts; I was too busy screaming to hear them and trying to focus on finding Bill. I didn't know if he was still hiding as felt my hair being pulled back. I couldn't hear him as Mack knelt down my face and stared at me as if I was in a pet shop window.

"Darling you look beautiful. Mind if I take a look at you?" he grinned as he walked behind me.

"Don't you touch me, you asshole." I tried to say as I was pinned down by Denise's arms.

"Go ahead darling, I would love to watch." She laughed as she kissed him.

I felt something hit me; I didn't want to know as I close my eyes and screamed even louder. I had a wild guess what it was, but I was in too much pain to turn and look. Mack and Denise's laughter drowned my consciousness and poured into my mind. I wanted death to be swift and fast as I laid there being probably being raped and what ever else hell could do to me.

"Darling you're doing a great job" I heard Denise exclaim kissing Mack again. There was so many things going through my head that I couldn't count them and there was so many things I want to say that I couldn't. I hated being like this; this was inhuman and I was in hell. There was no going to heaven for me; no sir. I was going to die and never see Sookie or Gran again, I could forget going to college and getting a degree. I had worked so hard to be where I was and now I had fallen from destiny into the realm of darkness and damnation.

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It was like I was down for the count as I heard the Rattrays congratulating themselves for their dirty deeds down. Mack was still behind me as I lay on the ground moaning and crying. I wanted to escape this hellish place and walk away like nothing happened, but I knew that was impossible. My strength was fading even faster and my mind was slipping into darkness as the Rattrays continued their dirty work with me. I was their puppet of enjoyment; my torture was their own pleasure and the more of it, the more fun it was.

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But suddenly I heard a growl of anger behind and screams of terror. Was I dreaming or was I being rescued? It sounded like a mad dog was attacking as I saw blurs of Mack and Denise being thrown in front of me into the woods. Then I heard a soft voice, like an angel from heaven had come to take me away. I was flipped over onto my back which was hurting as I looked up at the blurry image of Bill. He had saved me.

"Can you move anything?"

"No…"I blurted out coughing up more blood. He looked at me as he lifted me and I screamed. I couldn't move or even feel anything as I was carried far from the torture hall of the woods. I brought to a small stream not far from where we were as he gently laid me on the grass. My heart was going fast as I saw more blurry visions; they resembled my past and memories I had as a child. I was dying and I was fading quickly.

"Stay with me, stay with me." I heard Bill faintly say as I lay dazed and unconscious. I saw visions of me dancing around the lake at my old house and my parents standing on the porch watching me. I was leaving and I wasn't coming back. But then I felt something wet touch my lips; something cold yet warm. I tried to push away the salty liquid that was touching my lips, the substance that I couldn't see.

"I'm sorry, but you have to drink. Don't fight."

I didn't fight as I locked my mouth around something as I drank the salty substance. I felt stronger and more alive as I drank more and more. I didn't know what it was but it made me more human than before. I was coming back and with full force, but then I went black. I lost consciousness and laid there against the cool grass as Bill sat beside me.

I didn't know if I was dead or alive, but all I knew was that Bill had saved me and I owed him something more than gratitude. I just didn't know what that something was.