(Warning for nonexplicit rape scene)

Lana walked deep into the night, the cool night air kissing her face. She had no destination in mind; Lana wanted to get as far away from her family as possible.

She couldn't imagine facing them, after the decimation of her beloved pets. Just thinking about them was enough to bring tears to Lana's eyes.

Hurt and anger battled for supremacy within Lana. How could her family be so cruel? Didn't they care about her? Was Lola right, after all?

Lana rubbed her cheeks roughly, wiping away the remnants of her tears. She had to be strong, now that she was on her own...

The tomboy followed the reflection of the moon for several miles south. The temperature dropped, and soon Lana was trembling.

Huffing, Lana pulled her arms into her shirt and shivered from the touch of her frozen arms. After warming her arms up, Lana pushed forward, forcing her exhausted legs to keep moving.

Lana continues her journey in silence, the sounds of the night comforting her. The soft croaks of the frogs, bringing a tear to Lana's eyes.

She missed Hopps terribly; the little guy was one of Lana's most loyal friends. While she wouldn't say it out loud, Hopps was her favorite pet...

Lana was so distracted by her grief that she was unaware of the headlights that were now illuminating her.

Lana's heart started to beat a little faster as the truck continued to follow her. Hopefully, they would leave her alone. Lana was more than weary of the person following her.

"Hey! Are you okay?" A deep masculine voice boomed out as a man leaned out of the window.

The man was wearing a pair of thick black sunglasses on his scraggly face; he had curly brown hair that was stuffed under a trucker cap. He smiled at Lana, flashing her a pair of surprisingly pristine teeth.

Lana's heart pitter-pattered; the tomboy wasn't sure what to say. She knew how she looked: a blonde waif with dirty clothes and hunger-filled eyes.

The man's smile made Lana feel a little more at ease. "I'm fine, sir, just walking." she said.

The man chuckled, "It's a quarter to four, five in the morning, sweet face... Do your mom and pop know where you are"?

Lana froze, hesitantly moving away from the man in the truck. Sensing her apprehension, the man's face tensed and he suddenly put the truck in park.

"Don't be afraid, darlin... I won't hurt you," the man drawled out.

Lana took a step back, before sprinting off into the woods behind them. The sound of the man cursing was intermingled with the crunching of twigs and leaves under Lana's feet.

Her heart was pounding, and bile was tickling the back of her throat. Some impartial instinct was urging her to get as far away from this stranger as possible.

Something was horribly off, and Lana was getting more and more terrified by the moment.

"You little shit...just wait till I get my hands on you"!

Lana's eyes widened and her breath caught; her lungs were burning from the exertion. She rapidly pumped her arms and legs in an attempt to get away from her pursuer.

It was hard not to panic, with such a large man chasing after her. She was out in the middle of nowhere, and her family probably hadn't even realized she was missing.

Desperately, Lana wished that Lincoln was there. Her older brother always knew what to do. Lana was panicking so much that she couldn't even form a steady thought.

The feel of a firm grasp on the back of her overalls had Lana screaming as she frantically kicked out and screamed.

The man wrapped a large hand around Lana's mouth, as he crushed her to his chest. Lana attempted to scream from behind his hand, but ro no avail.

"Don't be acting like that, I'm just trying to be nice, don't even think about biting me" he panted into Lana's ear.

Lana tossed her head back and forth, sending her baseball cap to the floor. Tears pinched her eyes as the man moved to pinch her nose shut.

"Keep being a little bitch, and see what happens...you don't even know what I'm capable of" the man grunted when Lana struck his knee.

Lana whimpered from behind his hand as she frantically fought for air; his hand was like a vice, robbing Lana of her much-needed oxygen.

The man dragged Lana back to his truck, shoving her into the passenger seat before climbing in himself. Lana lunged for the door knobs in desperation.

Chuckling to himself, the man tsked, "The door stays locked, don't want you getting any funny ideas."

Lana's voice trembled. "Please, sir... Let me out. I won't tell anyone."

Starting the truck, the man ignored Lana's pleas as they started to drive in the opposite direction of Royal woods.

Seeing the city sign disappear in the distance, a sinking feeling formed in Lana's stomach. She wasn't sure what to do now, what was going to happen to her? Was he going to kill her?

Lana started to cry softly, pulling her knees up to her chest. The man turned on the radio and sang along. They passed about an hour like this before pulling off to a side road.

The man parked the truck and turned to grin at Lana, "You, and I are going on a little adventure."

Lana started blubbering, "P...Please don't hurt me"!

Reaching forward, the man grabbed Lana by the wrist and wrenched her forward. Kicking out, Lana let out a long scream before she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head.

Lana fell to the ground with a sharp moan, white-hot pain was radiating from the back of her head. The man tsked as he walked over to her.

"Now, why did you think that was a good idea? Honestly, I'm curious."

Instead of waiting for Lana to answer, the man walked over and picked her up from the ground. He made Lana walk on her own feet while he kept a hand on her mouth.

Once they were sufficiently away from the road, he forced Lana face down onto the ground and tore the straps off her overalls.

Lana flinched and screamed as she attempted to scramble away. The man laughed and punched her in the back of her head as he rutted against her back.

"That's right, baby. I like it rough."

More pain bloomed as Lana's vision swam. She fell face first into the dirt, whimpering. Her overalls were ripped off and thrown off into the distance.

The man, known as Carmichael Fitzpatrick, was having the time of his life. Beneath him, the small blonde shifted and attempted to crawl away. He rubbed his erection against her rounded bottom, "What a cute little ass."

Carmichael moved to pull Lana's panties down slowly, revealing her bare bottom. The blonde trembled slightly and started sobbing, "P...Please don't hurt me! Please!"

Lana's face burned with humiliation and pain; her most vulnerable places were on display, and she was powerless to stop it.

A rough hand grabbed her by the hips, and Lana's eyes shot open. The sound of a zipper echoed throughout Lana's mind as something hot and heavy settled between her thighs...

Lana awoke to brutal waves of pain, radiating from her chafed and battered privates. She was still lying face down where he had left her.

The soft waves of the sun felt good on Lana's bruised body. Every movement jostled her privates, making fresh bursts of pain.

Rolling onto her side, Lana flinched as her stomach turned and she vomited hot bile onto the ground next to her.

The pain was sickening. Lana didn't know if she'd even be able to walk because of how hurt she was. Looking down, Lana saw that her crotch was crusted over with blood and dirt.

Tears came to Lana's eyes as memories flashed before her, horrible memories.

Lana attempted to stand but ended up sobbing, as more hot pain tore through her. She took a moment to catch her breath, hoping that the pain would eventually lessen.

Limping, Lana attempted to find her bearings. The sun was starting to go down, meaning that she had to somehow find her way back to the road.

She was seriously hurt, both inside and outside. Lana was well aware that she had just been raped. Even in her lack of understanding, she knew what he had done to her.

Lana couldn't focus on that thought now; all she wanted was for the horrible pain to subside. Instead, it seemed to get worse with each shuffling step that Lana took.

In the distance she could see a house. That was the only thought that kept Lana going.

Debbie Gardner was a retired elementary school teacher who spent the better part of her thirties molding the next generation.

Nowadays Debbie was content to listen to her Joel Olsten, while snuggling with her little dog Charlie. Times changed considerably, and Debbie, like most older people, found herself living in a time capsule.

Debbie was content with her limited interactions with the world around her. Everyone was in such a rush to get nowhere, and the kids were just downright disrespectful. Little hellions with no family values...

During the midst of her program, Charlie scurried off her lap and started violently barking at the back door. Apprehension battled with Debbie's natural curiosity.

Who could be knocking at this hour?

Pulling her robe around her body, Debbie reached for her house phone as she slowly approached the door. She looked through the peephole, and her eyes widened in horror.

Debbie opened the door. There was a half-naked girl with blood coating the entire lower part of her abdomen. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and pain.

"Please...Help me."