...his hands grab her by the hair, he pulls her to him and speaks in her ear.

"Hello pretty. Bit late to be out isn't it?" She opens her mouth to scream and he cracks her across the face.

The blonde jerked in her sheets, sweat beading on her porcelain skin. Her eyes moved back and forth under her closed eyelids.

..he holds both arms in one hand above her head, fumbling somewhere down below. She comes too and screams, wriggles, kicks. He sneers, and uses his knees to push her legs apart...

Tossing, the girl was talking in her sleep, making noises of distress.

...it hurts, so much. He leans forwardand kisses her lips, a disgusting, slobbery thing. He laughs and continues.

"You know you like it, right girly?"...

She was getting louder, crying now, her face screwed up in pain and horror.

..He is grunting as he moves, he's let go of her hands and holds her throat and shoulder. She is staring into nothing, its been going for so long, she only hopes it will end soon, or he will kill her. Her hand brushes something sharp. Her head turns, its a bottle, broken bottle.

Her hand reaches out in her sleep and she makes grasping motions.

..reaching...reaching. She has it! In one hard thrust, she forces the glass deep into his throat. Blood spurts everywhere. He gurgles and is limp. She doesnt move. Slowly, she pulls herself out and sits, staring at the dead man, drenched in red...

"NO!" Athrym screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed. Her breath was fast and heavy and her body was covered in a cold sweat. Gasping, she threw the blanket off and sat staring in the dark. She was crying. It was the first flashback she'd had in years. Was it the kiss? Shuddering, she lay back down and curled into a ball, wishing she had someone to talk to.