The Girl Within

The moon was high up, and it cast small, ominous rays that filtered through the dark trees, only vaguely lighting up the muddy rain filled path for the eighteen year old girl. She was laying in a pool of her own, her chest swirling with the pain. Her teeth gritted as something cut into her leg, and she turned, writhing in pain from both the cut in her leg and the wounds the masked man had left.

She never saw his face, never heard his voice, never knew why he had picked her out of all the hoards of girls that had joined to do tthat spontaneous picnic and hike. But he had and once he tried to force himself on her and she hadn't given in, he had lost it, leaving her beaten up and stranded almost half naked.

She still had some hope. She knew she had seen a group of boys passing by, and she would need their help. Need all of the help they could offer.

Like they could hear her silent, muffled prayers, a car's headlight broke through the darkness. She could hear distant rumbles of drunken laughter, and she fought to stand, the still pouring rain half blinding her and washing the mud away. She clasped her hands over her chest, then swallowed hard and with all her strength, walked up to the path she knew the car would be taking.

Surely, they came closer and risking everything, she jumped in front of them, her hands flailing out, leaving the pieces of her dress falling off and exposing the curve of her waist, her sides and her laps.

The car skidded to a stop, and she swallowed, relief washing over her.

"Please, I need help. Some man..."

She trailed off as one of then got down, then slowly walked towards her. He was fully drunk, his head hanging low, his eyes half closed.

"Pretty girl..." He drawled, a small drunk smile spreading over his lips.

She took a step back, her head lifting in a new found frantic fear as the rest, six of them, jumped off the large car, each sizing her up.

"You need help?"

She turned to the one who had asked, then slowly nodded. "Yes, I am stranded and..."

Another modded. "Where do you live?"

"Just around..."

Another cut her off. "Look at her, Damian. She is the perfect little thing. Look at those legs."

The guy, Damian gave a small laugh. "She is, but we need to get her home. Let's do it fast. Baby Kian must be waiting with his cones."

They all laughed as they started to pile back and she watched in fear, now unsure if she wanted to go with them or not. She stood there, with one remaining, the first to have come down. He looked at her in a rather unclean way.

"I have an idea."

The rest gave a small murmur, but the one standing out kept talking.

"Hoe about we wrap her up real good for birthday boy?"

"Nathan, You are drunk." One said with a stern voice. "Drunk enough to think Triple K won't get a girl to celebrate with."

"Yeah, but this is a gift from us. We finished all the drinks, remember?"

Silence filled the place, the rain splattering at their feet.

She swallowed hard, then suddenly turned to bolt. But she was way too weak, and way too small, and way too slow. Nathan was behind her and around her in a second. Before she could yell a proper protest, she was fighting both against his large frame and the talking rain, as she tried to get out of his grip. With the help of another whose name she did not know, she did not stand a chance.

Soon enough, she had passed out on one of them, the distant sounds of laughter fading out slowly.

Her eyes opened slowly, to a white, beautiful ceiling. She turned. She was chained to a large, round bed, and the rags the rain and filth had made of her dress discarded.

She gave a scream as she turned around, noting for one that the place she was in screamed of wealth and opulence.

She heard the noises, the drunk birthday noises, and the name Triple K. Over and over and over till it burned. In her ears and in her mind.

She heard the distinctive laugh, the deep voice, the "thank you man".

She swallowed however, willing herself to find a way out before whatever monster it was came along.

"Entirely for you, triple K. Take her as a gift."

She didn't hear his response, or anything more, but she knew she was that gift. The gift of seven sadistic friends to the or eighth, probably more sadistic friend. It hurt her soul.

She closed her eyes tight as she heard a door open and close with a slam and the laughter bubbled up between them.

She closed her eyes as tears filled her eyes, her chest swirling in pain, her nody writhing against the sheets. Everything seemed to disgust her, and even though no one had done anything to her just yet, she already felt the stink.

Suddenly, the lights went off, and she swallowed, knowing what her fate would be. She was now someone's birthday gift to do whatever. His to do what he wanted with her. It was sickening.

The door slowly opened, and she turned to the silhouette of a man hanging by the door. He passed his hands through his hair, then walked in, staggering most of the time.

Slowly, he walked to the bed, then sat close to her. In the dark she couldn't make him out, or his face, or how he saw her.

"Please, please let me go. Please, don't...I was stranded. This isn't where I want to be, please."

He gave a small laugh, then nodded, shaking his head. He raised a finger she could only see in the shadows.

"Just once then?"

"Please..."

"Please, yes?"

She swallowed. "No. Please. No. Please just let me go. I need to go back home. Please."

He gave a small laugh, the stench of alcohol oozing off him.

"I will make sure to take you home myself."

And he did. At least to the street away from the woods they had found her, still in the barest clothing, but now forever scarred. She would never be quite the same again.

And the man...Triple K was the cause of it.