He didn’t say anything, but the speedometer continued to rise with the whine of the engine. She watched it with growing fear, her eyes watching the trees and plants whipping by. Her eyes caught sight of the road toward her home snap by.

“Rick!”

“Shut up!” His anger slammed against her as he punched the accelerator, forcing the vehicle to red-line as it sped into the darkness. She shoved him and he shoved her back, slamming her against the door of the car as he continued to force the car to its limits. The engine screamed out in pain as he plunged further into the darkness, leaving the city well behind in a matter of minutes.

Sonja rubbed her side, wincing from the pain. Rick stared out into the darkness of the road, ignoring the splatters of rain that started to strike the hood. She tried to get him to stop, but he slammed into her again, his hand leaving a red mark on her face where he hit her.

“Rick! Stop now!”

To her surprise, he did, slamming hard on the brakes. The engine squeal faded into the screech of brakes as he hit a slick spot and spun the car. She screamed out, holding the car door tightly as the vehicle spun on the new rain before stopping almost in a ditch.

Sonja was fumbling for the door even as her head was clearing. Her heels slipped on the slick gravel. She scrambled to her feet, then heard Rick’s door open. Fear and panic spiked in her as she scrambled away. Her heels caught on the ground and she kicked them off, ignoring the sharp rocks on the ground. They cut into her pantyhose, but the fear of Rick chasing her pushed away the pain.

Sprinting, she managed to get a couple hundred feet before something slammed into her hard, a football tackle from Rick. Her body screamed out in pain, but her work at cheer practice managed to keep her from being significantly hurt as her body was thrown into the gravel. Sharp rocks cut into her hands and face as he pinned her down painfully.

“Listen bitch, I had to suffer with that shit hole of a dinner and now you’re going to have to suffer with me!”

A dribble of drool dripped from his mouth as he pinned her down, a glare burning in his eyes. Sonja screamed out, lashing out at him. Her feet almost cracked against the hard muscle and he just laughed. She felt his hardness against her thigh as he released one wrist to rip her dress. The soaked, expensive fabric tore, leaving her feeling naked and helpless as he mauled her breast, his fingers digging painfully in.

“Rick!”

He ignored her, lust driving him now. Blind with panic, she threw everything she could into escaping him. Rick’s larger weight was too much for her to throw off, despite her attempts to kick him in the nuts or find some delicate place to give her freedom. His fingers tightened painfully, digging into delicate flesh as she screamed out.

“Don’t bother, bitch, you won’t be screaming soon. It will feel really good, you'll see.”

“No!” Her screamed soaked the evening rain as she continued to lash out. With a wail, she tried to call out to anyone to help, anything that would save her. Rick ignored her, tearing her dress even more open, exposing her silk thong to the dimness of the night. He chuckled, as he jammed his fingers between her legs, prying them apart.

Sonja continued to scream out, punching him with her freed arm, but it was like hitting a wall. She felt his fingers jamming up into her body, the fabric of her thong failing to protected her private opening. Her scream redoubled when she felt her pubic hair tearing out as he forced his thick fingers into the delicate opening. Tears poured off her face, mixing with the rain a sudden ice-cold wind slammed into her.

Rick didn’t notice but Sonja barely did. She choked out, "Help me! Cold!"

The front grew supernaturally fast along the grass and gravel, coating his hair with a sprinkling of white as the temperature plummeted in a matter of seconds. Below her, the cold was biting painfully into her back as she continued to struggle against him.

Rick forced his legs between hers, knees bruising her inner thighs, almost tearing her hips apart. She felt a faint hope of freedom as he released her other wrist, but his hand dropped to her other breast, fingers twisting around it painfully, as if he was trying to tear it off. She used her free wrists to pound on his chest, scratching at his face, but he didn’t notice. It wasn’t until her fingers felt numb, that the exhaustion of her fighting started to sap at her strength. The icy cold was taking its toll on her body as she screaming out shrilly, trying to buck his body off her.

Just as her helplessness started to spike, something flashed above them, followed by a dull thud of impact against Rick’s head. His expression froze, a mask of rage and anger fading into pained senselessness. His body slumped against her, but she still struggled against him in panic.

It wasn’t until Meris’ face showed up in her tear-streaked vision that she stopped struggling.

“M-Meris?”

Sonja stared up at the girl, and noticed bruises on her face, and a shallow cut leaving streamers of red down her cheek and neck. But the relief of being saved became too much and she started to sob, bursting into even more tears as she just laid there, sharp rocks digging into her back. Her tears ended quickly, Rick’s body almost suffocating her, and she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Meris... what happened to you?”

The frail girl shook her head and shoved at Rick’s unconscious body. Sonja helped her after a moment, helping her roll Rick off her body. Meris’ hands were firm, but shaking, as they helped Sonja to her feet. The expensive dress slid down, leaving her breasts bare to the cool rain. Sonja sniffed and shivered, feeling violated, but seeing Meris sent a wave of rage through her.

Standing up, she got a better look at the butcher’s daughter. Someone beat her up, the bruises covering a fair amount of her body, blood soaking her shoulder and side of her torn shirt. Her feet were bare, just like Sonja’s, but they were bloody and dirty, even in the rain.

Sonja gulped, in growing fear and rage, “Meris? Who did this?”

Meris sniffed and rubbed her face, smearing the blood that still flowed down from her forehead.

“Betty... and the others.”

“Betty did this? When?”

She started to cry and Sonja pulled her into a hug, feeling the frail girl trembling. Even the terror of her own rape was nothing for an intense feeling of protectiveness that coursed through her.

“When did they do this?”

“I... t-they grabbed me after school... Ri-Rick and the others and they took me into the woods. They... they hurt me so much, laughing.”

Sudden concern burst inside, like a nova explosion. “Did they rape you?”

Meris shook her head and burst into tears, falling into Sonja’s embrace as she did. Sonja held her tightly, glaring at Rick’s unconscious body.

“Why? Why would they do this?”

“B-Betty said, she was watching, said there would be no competition for you.”

“And Rick knew this? He did this to you?”

Meris nodded, burying her face against Sonja’s shoulder, sobbing violently.

“Fucker.”

Sonja stroked Meris’ hair, “How long have you been walking?”

A sniff, “Hours, I think. It took a while to stand again, it hurt so much. A-And I’ve been walking along the road... but I-I couldn’t trust anyone to pick me up.”

Slamming against them, an ice-cold wind reminded Sonja that she was almost naked in the middle of a road.

“Come on, let me take you home.”

Meris’ shivered, “T-Thank you.”

Together, they started to limp toward Rick’s car. Sonja helped Meris into the passenger seat, almost in tears as the frail girl winced in pain. Making sure her friend was safe, she staggered around the car and dropped herself into Rick’s seat. Finding the key, she started up the engine and turned it around, slowing down as they passed the unconscious form. A cold wind slammed against the car and Sonja stopped it, staring at his body.

Meris’ voice trailed up from the huddled form in the car, “P-Please just leave him?”

Her bare feet pressed against the accelerator, but it suddenly felt like painful ice that dug into her skin. She yanked it off, staring at it as frost billowed from her lips. The temperature of the car dropped quickly and when she exhaled, it came out as a fog.

Sonja released the accelerator and the temperature increased.

The girl’s thin voice rose up, “Sonja? Please... just leave him?”

“I-I can’t.”

She shivered as Meris questioned her, “Why?”

“I don't... I don't.... Come on, I have an idea.”

The air was warm and liquid, the rain still pouring down as she stumbled out of the car. Standing over Rick, she realized that something... someone may be pushing her to do act. For a moment, she felt a flashback of her on the guillotine, strapped down, staring up at the blade, and she gasped with inappropriate flush of pleasure. It faded quickly, almost violently. As she reached down, images danced in her head, of Betty and the others being tortured, being executed with her and Meris’ watching. The thought of revenge grew inside her as she knelt down to grab Rick’s body.

“Come on, I want to put him in the trunk.”

“Why?”

Even as Meris asked her, she was opening the door. A few moments later, Meris was there, helping her drag Rick’s body toward the back of the car. They struggled to shove his body into the trunk, but after twenty minutes, they were back on the road. This time, no cold wind prevented her from going and her bare feet felt uncomfortable, but solid, against the accelerator.

“Sonja... where are we... we can’t take him to my house....”

“Don’t worry, Meris, my mother isn’t home, we’ll figure it out from there.”

End of chapter 10