She must have not been older than 17 living in the 1600's an era pledged with kings and queens, she ran away from her poor home wanting something more something worth living for, she packed her bags, gathered all she could and started off, on her way she was shutting the door behind her, she walled for hours, she walked for miles, she thought of turning back but she was determined, a stranger in a carriage being pulled by 2 horses came up from behind her to her side wondering if she needed help, was she lost he asked, was she looking for someone he asked, could he give her a lift he asked, she agreed and got into the carriage, the carriage started to move she started to see the ground move faster than it had when she was waking, they began to talk, he seemed nice she thought, smart and honest she thought, as the carriage moved further he got closer, and closer, his hands started to walk to her, her body tried to run away but she couldn't escape, he pulled her closer, she felt the carriage get colder, her mother always told her, be careful with men who are older, He kissed her neck but she pushed him away his sweetness now turned to aggression she got the impression that he was going through a depression and this was his only way of expression He ripped her top off exposing her *******, the ******* of a growing young woman soft round and smooth he simply couldn't help himself but touch them, was he to blame her young succulent body was hard to tame to himself his hands couldn't remain and simply looking at her drove him insane The carriage stopes and out she hoped hoping to out ran the man who pounced on her like a fox she ran and ran but he chased and chased he caught up and dropped her down he climbed on top and it was clear he wouldn't stop he pinned her hands but still she fought his aggression turned to rage her resistance pushed him to the edge he pit his hand under feeling her trimmed hedge she fought and fought as she constantly thought and thought why was he doing this how could he do this with tears running down her eyes her fear started to come as she realized all the stranger visualized She broke a hand free and scratched his face thinking this will put him in his place! It worsened the phase as he began to hit her beautiful face one punch to punch he thought to himself, she'll make a beautiful lunch he beat her till he saw red, yes she blead it was clear she shouldn't have flead she turned purple and black he said I'll leave a mark on your back, She saw no hope, he was still on top and she began to choke, tears still falling she began to hear her mother calling and her blood kept pouring, she saw a knight by his side but saw no hope by her side, he wanted to stock his **** in her so she decided it was time to stick his knife in him, she frees her hand once more, she grabbed his blade and went right for his head cutting his ear off was like cutting her fear off she stood and wondered what she feared off! She stood as he caught his bleeding ear and said now look who has the fear come closer dear I need you near I need you here where's that cocky cheer he went back on terror he crawled back trying to run but it was her turn to have fun she looked up to the sun and felt an evil take over for her this wasn't over she now moved closer and teased him, she asked what would please him, Rough time wasting she grabbed his hand and cut his finger off, she wanted to see his blood she wanted to see it flood so she grabbed his other hand and cut is wrist he tried to form a fist, a fist to throw but with a blow she drove the knife through that fist. She heard him scream and in her eyes she saw a beam, a beam of his fear it was now clear she would let him die slowly, as the wrist cut drained him of his blood, he had no strength to fight she whispered to him don't follow the f__king light ..
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