Thread: Raped Innocence (Xana and Quix)

Everything happened so fast. The door was hardly cracked before it burst open, smacking her in the knee and sending her reeling back. Before Jen had really recovered, one man had her in an arm locked, straining painfully against her shoulder. That was enough reason to panic, but the gleam of the knife turned the terror up to eleven. And yet, even with his threat hanging in the air, she was attempted to scream, if only to give Alyssa a chance of escaping before she could be caught. But the brute who thudded up the stairs dispelled her hopes that Alyssa could escape, the despair of that moment was too heavy to bear. She was supposed to protect the girl, and she had failed. Please, she whimpered, not even managing to hold back her tears, Please, dont hurt her. The heat of the shower relaxed Alyssa, allowing her mind a brief respite from worry and vigilance. A momentary retreat to the girl she was not so long ago, ignorant of the horrors shrouded in the darkness. The pleasant mood lingered as she stepped out, taking her time drying and dressing, before drying her hair. She still hadnt gotten used to the weather here in Maine, but it was definitely too cold for wet hair. She dressed in the same clothes she had already taken off. A white tank top under an oversized sweater, over a pair of black yoga pants. The epitome of comfort. Without any further concern or thought, she opened the door to the hallway. Just on the other side of that door stood a man. An older, dark-skinned man she didnt know, but the smile on his face was not reassuring. Most confusingly, he was wearing a police uniform, but she couldnt process that information right now. Not with the lustful leer in his eyes. Well, what do we have here. Damn, ain't you a cutie. Instinct kicked in as she slammed the door, but the much larger man pushed it open with ease. The force knocked her back onto the floor, leaving her to scoot back as he loomed over her. She kicked and flailed, anything to squirm away, but he was pure muscle, with 150, maybe 200 pounds on her, and her strikes did nothing against his massive physique. One hand jerked her up to her feet and the other clamped over her mouth, his hand nearly half the size of her face. That hand continued to cover her mouth as he lifted her against his chest. He carried her out of the bathroom like that, and also standing in the hallway, at the top of the stairs, was another man she didnt recognize. He smiled that same leering smile at her, his intentions written in his eyes. Again, she renewed her efforts to struggle. Her arms were tight to her sides, under the black mans powerful grasp, but she kicked, hoping to discourage the second man from touching her. Instead, he grabbed one foot that missed him, tucking it under his arm to control it before grabbing the other. He laughed, pulling her legs apart until her knees were on either side of him. You look good like this, sweetheart. They carried her down the stairs like that, and immediately, she saw Aunt Jen, caught by a third guy who held a knife to her throat. Worst of all, this guy wasnt a stranger. Not like the other two. No, she had seen this man before, in nearly the same situation. Holding a knife to her mothers throat, just over a year ago. Tears streamed down her face now. No, no... not him. Jen whined as the knife pricked her skin, but didnt cry out. She didnt doubt the mans intentions to hurt her. All she worried about now was how to survive. How to survive and how to protect Alyssa. That second concern even more pressing as the teen was dragged down the stairs by the other two men. It was impossible to miss the terror in the girls eyes, and Jen knew she had to be strong. Look, there is no need to hurt her, okay? Ill do whatever you want, no questions or hesitations, okay? Just leave her out of it.