Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

Get back here! the disembodied voice of a man bellowed from somewhere behind her, Come on girly, we just wanna talk, don't you trust us? Wild shouts and yelps followed, bouncing off the walls and filled the young girl's ears. Beneath her ribs, her heart hammered in frantic time with her breathing. God how long had she been running? Perhaps it had been for several hours. The tight burning sensation she felt in her chest told her it was several minutes, without rest. Alleyways had begun to blur together, all stone and filled with filthy trash. A soft yelp escaped her chapped lips when one of her worn shoes slipped on some of the melting snow, there was not a cloud in the sky, but the snow had again begun to freeze. With a hard thud, she fell to the ground, a surprised yelp escaping her mouth. Laying flat on her belly, she looked back over her shoulder, feeling the icy water seep through her dirty clothes and begin to chill her completely through. Scrambling to her feet, she winced and looked down at the torn denim. Crimson blood soaked through the dingy fabric and gradually began to drip down her leg it was warm, but it slowly began to cool, making her shiver. 'Keep running!' Her mind screamed in angry protest as the hooting and hollers grew louder followed by elongated shadows. With a soft whimper, the raven hair girl pulled herself up to her feet. She wanted to run, but felt she had no energy left. Her body ached, god she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, she was spent. Painfully, she began to hobbled away, in a desperate act to get away. There she is! Thoe familiar male voice bounced off the walls, this time louder. No-She whimpered, hobbling faster towards, where she didn't know yet, anywhere but where she was. The padding of sneakers cause her heart to leap into her throat. A scream was halted the moment strong arms wrapped around her torso and lock her in an iron grip, the young woman screamed. Let me go!She bellowed, kicking her legs frantically to get away, her knee screaming out in painful protest. Ah look lads, she's trying to get away.The man holding her captive teased, We just want to get to know you a little bit better is all. Don't you want to know us? The question was quickly merited by an ear shattering scream, Someone help me! Please! She cried, twisting her torso in an attempt to free herself. But the iron grip held her firm against the hard form of a body, Now that's no way to meet someone. Is it? You're being very rude. One of the men reached out and gripped her face with one of his callused hands, painfully squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. He was a dark haired man, his thick stubble implied he hadn't shaved in several days. His clothes weren't tattered or filthy like hers, they were clean, even expensive. The local rich kids she reasoned as she looked into limitless hazel eyes, I think we should teach her a lesson, teach her some manners. You'd like that wouldn't you? The raven haired girl growled low. With as much strength as she could muster, the girl formed a large wad of saliva and mucus in her throat. Pulling her face free of her attackers hand, she leaned forward and spat the large glob into his face. A silence stretched between the four, and for a long while the young girl believed she would be released, but the color of her attackers face changed. There was a crimson color blooming through his pale skin, his eyes grew wild with rage. You little bitch! he growled, raising a balled fist bringing it down square against her lips. Bone collided with bone, the the young woman believed she heard something crack and give way. In an instant, she tasted the strong coppery taste of blood in her mouth. We aren't done with you yet! Wake up. One of them growled, his own hand colliding with her face. This made the girl moan and pull herself up, Please let me go, she whimpered what did I do to you to provoke your anger? The three men laughed, You didn't do anything, we were just bored.