Author's Disclaimer: Please note that this story is rated Mature. That Mature is not for smut, though eventually there may be some. It is rated for language, graphic violence/rape, controversial topics, dark/twisted images, torture.

This story is not for the light hearted or weak stomached.

I love the fluff and light hearted stories that are out there, but I wanted to go at a different angle. Constructive criticism is accepted and encouraged. Flaming will not be tolerated, your comments will be deleted and you will be blocked. I understand that I am touching on some sensitive material. Please feel free to not read, but if you do and if you really have an issue, feel free to PM me.

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He slammed her head into the ground. The asphalt bit into her skin but it didn't open any wounds. His hand fisted around her ponytail. She tried to scream. He slammed her into the ground again. Blood began flowing from her temple. Her nose was bleeding from when he had hit her. She struggled. He had her pinned. Panic was rising in her chest. She screamed. He jerked her head back, cutting her off. The crack of leather on skin filled the air. Her cheek stung.

"Scream again, bitch," his voice was harsh and cold.

She managed a guttural sound of terror. He hit her again with the belt. Her left cheek stung along with her right. A cut opened beneath her eye. Tears filled her eyes.

"If you get us found out, I'll make you wish you were dead." He slammed her head down again. Her mouth hurt. She struggled. Black was skirting the edges of her consciousness. His knees dug into her back, her hands were pinned underneath her. Tears mingled with the blood that flowed freely down her face. His grip on her arm tightened. She stiffened. He wrenched her arm hard and she cried out. Her heart raced. He got off of her but maintained a firm grip on her arm. Something told her that he was trying to make her stand, but she couldn't make her legs move. She bit back her cry of protest as he began beating her legs with the belt. He wrenched her arm again. She gathered her legs underneath her. He pulled her to her feet. Her breath hitched.

"Shut up," he growled. Her hair had fallen out of its band. The blood was still trickling down from the open wound at her temple. She felt someone behind her ripping the rest of her ponytail out. Terror built up; there was more than one person here. Embarrassment flooded through her and she dropped her head, only to have it painfully jerked back upright. Black covered her eyes and she realized someone was wiping the blood from her face. Her nostrils flared as she tried to maintain her breathing. She had to try to get away.

"That will have to do for now."

Then she felt pressure on the back of her neck as the thin chain she wore dug into her skin. There was a hand on her chest, at the base of her throat.

"Pretty," he said before yanking hard and snapping the necklace apart. A sob escaped her and she felt the buckle of the belt against her back. She screamed, pure pain escaping through her lips. She was hit again.

"Please," she said.

"What?" he snarled.

She felt herself shrink, "Please don't."

He laughed. "Let me tell you what we're going to do. We're going to go for a walk. You will be released. You will stay beside me. If you see anyone that you know, you will ignore them. So much as make eye contact with anyone, and you will be beaten like you've never been beaten before. Try to run away, I'll make you wish you were dead." The menace in his voice was convincing. "Understood?"

She didn't respond. She couldn't accept that this was happening to her. She felt movement behind her and then the crack of the belt against her back. She cried out.

He grabbed her face, "Understood?"

"Yes," she forced out. He released her. The person behind her roughly pushed her forward. The other tripped her. She fell but caught herself. The one who had been speaking pulled her up by her hair and threw her forward again.

"Let's go, bitch."

She felt like a hooker. The two men roughly moved her down the street. Ahead she saw a green SUV parked on the side of the street. Exhaust was streaming out from underneath it. The men pushed her towards it and they quickly shuffled inside. The door shut and the driver pulled away from the sidewalk. A hood was pulled over her head. It stopped just past her nose and completely covered her head and ears. She heard a click and snap as a lock was placed on the clasp at the back of her head. Blood pounded in her ears. One of them grabbed her hand and slid it over the front of his pants. At once, she knew what was going to happen to her.

"You just gonna sit there or are you going to gag her before she screams?" a third voice, the driver, asked.

With a grunt, her hand was dropped and her mouth was forced open. A thick wad of material was stuffed inside and then tape was placed over her lips. Her hands were forced behind her and cuffs were clicked around her wrists to hold them there. She struggled to keep her breathing calm and her blood pressure down. Terror was filling her mind. She knew she couldn't fight off three men. She was tough, but not that tough. She had no idea where she was or where she was going.

Help me, she prayed, Arizona help me.

They dragged her out of the car and into what she presumed was a building by the slam and lock of a door. One of her wrists was released and her wrists were refastened in front of her. The cuffs were hooked somewhere and she was left on her knees for what felt like hours. Calm had finally pervaded her mind and her breathing had returned to normal though hampered by the gag and tape. Terror flooded her again when she heard a sharp crack in the air behind her. She screamed as a line was traced up her back with a whip, her skin stung unbearably. Another line and another were traced over her back, slicing her shirt to ribbons and opening cuts on her previously unmarred skin. Her cries of agony made it through the gag to mix with the sharp cracks of the whip in the air. The darkness that had previously crept at the edges of her consciousness was now rushing to overtake her and the last thing she felt was her head falling forward in submission.