The blow resounded
hard in her head, bruising her pale skin and drawing blood as the man above her
pounded on with ruthless ferocity, staining the once white sheets red. His hand
smothered her cries and silent tears rolled down her cheeks as he exploited her
innocence with viciousness, deflowering her delicate petals like an animal. He
screamed as he reached the pinnacle, his hands forcing her head down into the
mattress and she shut her eyes against the vision of his ghastly scarred face
distorted with passion.
He left the money on
the bedside table, an inhuman grin filling his face as he looked at her terror
stricken eyes now filled with dread and fear, her youthful skin darkened black
at places where he had hit her and whispered softly in her ears...
‘I shall be back again,
my love...’
Word Prompt: Innocence
