1 VERY STRONG TRIGGER WARNING (Prologue)

The prologue is merely meant to set the context for the MC's further development. It is by no means mandatory reading. You'll figure out what happened to her just the same in the next chapter. If very explicit, degrading content makes you feel uncomfortable DON't read this.

I'm not warning you because characters are cursing or because someone's head is chopped off or because there will be blood... I'm warning you because the content is very, very, very graphic.

You have been warned. Not sure how much more I can do.

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It was bright out. A beautiful day with birds flying overhead as they ventured on their summer migration. The sky was clear blue and soothing to the eye. The leaves of the trees lining the path rustled gently, setting an eerie background for the blood-curling screams of the young girl. She lay pressed into the dirt just 20 meters from the path she had been dragged from. A young man hovered above her, his grip on her wrists iron as he pinned them down. This was John. He sat next to her in accounting class and had coincidentally encountered her today in the old, abandoned park.

The young girl had been surprised to see him. She had mentioned in passing she liked to come here but it was so far away from any part of town, the chance of a random encounter was close to nil. At the time, however, she hadn't thought anything of it. She had been sitting next to him for several months now and John seemed normal. He wasn't popular, but he had friends and was reasonably sociable. He didn't fit her image of a potential rapist.

The young girl could feel his hot breath tickling her neck just before his wet, fat tongue dragged across her trembling skin. Her violent resistance to his assault was met with several heavy blows to her face and stomach. Her panicked screams were met with his moist underwear thrust between her pale lips. She had thrown up a little and her nausea only grew as his sweaty hands rubbed across her breasts. In the past, she had always imagined herself fearlessly fighting off any assailant. She had been confident no matter how she was beaten her resistance wouldn't lessen. What a joke.

Tears stained her cheeks. She still had strength, she could kick and punch and maybe succeed in getting him to momentarily let go of her. The underwear in her mouth didn't actually stop her from screaming, and yet the girl couldn't do anything. Her mind had decided resistance was futile and so the humiliation only grew with each passing second.

Her body jerked as his intrusive fingers pulled her panties to the side and he grabbed her crotch. She could feel his digits squeezing the soft flesh and one of his nails dipping inside her. She whimpered and reflexively jerked her hips away, prompting him to let go of her left hand and punch her. There was a crack and a stream of blood poured from her nose.

Then, he spoke for the first time after pulling her past the thicket lining the path.

"I'm not a killer."

The young girl didn't react.

"I'm not a killer but I swear if you resist in any fucking way I will fucking kill you, got it, slut?"

More tears poured from her red, swollen eyes. Slut. Was she a slut? Why? What had she done? What had she done to deserve this? She kept still when his hand moved back to grab her. She could hear him laughing to himself above her. It seemed he had a taste for spewing derogatory insults at her for he didn't stop.

"Spread your legs for me bitch… daddy will make you moan like the whore that you are. Huh, you like that? You like that, you fucking disgusting slut?"

The young girl, to her dismay, spread her thighs a few centimetres wider. The shame and disgust that overcame her felt like a thousand bugs crawling under her skin. He was panting heavily as he spoke and rapidly thrusting two fingers into her dry, contracted entrance. A few seconds passed like that and she could tell from his expression he was displeased. Her body grew tense in fear.

"Fucking cunt! Why aren't you wet! Fuck! Get fucking wet you stupid bitch!"

Another heavy hit to the face. He roared at her in anger and dug two more fingers into her and began aggressively scratching her inner walls. The young girl flinched and cried out in pain. She expected to get hit again for her outcry but instead, he laughed and dug his nails into her further. He enjoyed her pain, but this was not enough for him.

John looked around and grabbed a bunch of twigs lying at the side. After gathering them in his hand to form a bundle his eyes lit up and he smiled down at the girl.

"This is punishment for being fucking rude and not getting wet for me."

He gripped her thigh, shoving it further to the side to gain access to her already aching vagina. The young girl screamed in fear and tried to scramble away. He didn't hit her this time either, just held her in place and then in one, forceful motion shoved the bunch of twigs into her.

Some parts broke off in the process, leaving ragged edges that cut into her inner walls as he wildly rammed it in and out of her. Blood started to flow. The leaves of the trees had stopped to rustle. The only sounds that remained were her screams and his aroused moans. But it wasn't enough. Not yet. His eyes flashed madly, and he looked around once more. Twigs still inside her he let go of her and stood up.

"Don't move, cunt."

He jogged to a trashcan and dug out what he could find. A glass bottle, empty juice packs, plastic cutlery and soggy tissues. The young girl saw his face flush with pride as he presented the goods to her. She hadn't moved.

"Time for you to learn what a piece of trash you are."

He yanked the twigs out of her bleeding entrance and one by one presented his findings to her. He started with the used tissues, rubbing them against her face before shoving them deep into her vagina. He didn't give any attention to be careful and when the juice pack wouldn't fit he would keep twisting and turning it until it did. After only the bottle remained he laughed triumphantly and stood towering above her shaking figure.

"See that! You're fucking trash! You've even got fucking trash in your dirty cunt! What, you thought I would grace you with my cock? Never in a fucking thousand years, you're disgusting!"

Each of his enthusiastic shouts would be emphasized with a powerful kick against her body. The young girl had no strength left and took the beating until she lay in the dirt numb and black and blue. She couldn't see him clearly anymore, her vision hazy but she felt him grab her left ankle and yank it up. Her hips followed to life off the ground. He stood behind her raised leg, holding onto it with his arms while he tried to dig his shoe tip into her crotch. She could vaguely make out a triumphant expression as he kicked the front of his leather shoe into her abused, ripped hole. Then he proceeded to beat her again.

His laughter rang in her ears until her vision turned black and her consciousness gave out.