Judgement

Chapter Six- Cliff

Her tortured scream still echoed in Cliff's mind. Although the crowd's roar of approval almost drowned it out.

He watched, horrified as Alex continued raising her arms above her head. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as her body went slack from passing out.

With her being extremely skinny and muscular. Her ribs protruded from the side of her as Alex continued raising her arms. And from his vantage point he saw one rib, extremely crooked next to the others. Cliff knew that she had a broken rib and that was why she had screamed.

"Ten minutes is up, Mr. Acis. Please get up and return back to your seat." The announcer stated.

Alex stood, and without a second glance to the girl, walked away.

"Next contender."

A man in his late twenties with long black hair stood and made his way down the stairs. Cliff stared disgustedly at the obvious bulge in the mans pants. Stating he was just going to take her now. Without even letting her fight.

As the man reach her, he took his time unbuttoning his pants, and dropped them. Cliff tried in vain, to not look at the man. He did however, look at the girl, and noticed her face in a frown. 'Oh shit. She's waking up.' He knew she was either going to freak out that a man with a boner, stood half naked in front of her. Or she would just kick his ass.

The man stood over her. And then continued to lay down on her. Before he was completely on top of her, she opened her eyes. And even from his spot in the bleachers, he could see her eyes go large and practically pop out of her head. Under any other circumstances, it would have been comical, how her eyes were the size of dinner plates.

As the man laid down on her completely. Her eyes got even larger. Cliff couldn't tell if it was from pain, or the fact she was going to get raped. He decided it was most likely both.

Horrified, he watched as the man thrust into her. She screamed a terrifying scream. One filled with pain, and loss of hope. He quickly looked away. Not wanting to watch the scene in front of him, he looked down and stared hard at his feet.

No more screams followed the first, and Cliff was momentarily confused why she wasn't screaming any more. Until he realized she most likely passed out again. Guilt filled him, as he thought what she must be going through. Then fear, overtook the guilt, as he would soon have to go down there.

Another scream filled the air, causing him to jump. She had woken up again. Although unlike the first time, she didn't pass out. Scream after scream, penetrated his ears. The crowd roared again, finding pleasure in the scene before the.

Cliff was absolutely disgusted, at how the crowd cheered. Again, nausea overtook his stomach, threatening to have him loose his lunch. He couldn't believe people were so uncaring. So, inhumane.

The screams came to a halt, and he chanced a peak at the field.

The man moaned in pleasure, while her eyes had lost their determination. The life gone out of them. For a moment, Cliff thought she was dead. But tears leaked out of the dead orbs, and he knew she was still alive.

His heart painfully ached for her. It was getting harder to breathe. He stared at her. Her body being abused in the most vulgurouse ways, her head lolled to the side in his direction. And those lifeless brown eyes found his.

But he had been incorrect. For her eyes were not lifeless. Yes, they had lost their determination, but they held raw sorrow. Such sorrow, he was amazed she had stopped crying. Another emotion filled her eyes too. Anger. Such anger, Cliff found himself cowering in his seat.

"Ten minutes is up. Mr. Harcourt, please vacate the field."

The man finished with one last thrust. She winced. Then he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. And whispered something in her ear that had her entire body shaking. He stood up, pulled up his pants, and walked to the stairs. A triumphant grin on his face.

The crowed roared in approval.

As he reached the top of the stairs, a new guy stood up. This man Cliff recognized to be Mr. Morgan. The man who grew the hay that his father bought.

Morgan was in his early forty's, but he looked to be ten years younger. He was single, but was consistently picking up the occasional hooker, or girl at the local pub. He was fit and extremely handsome.

Morgan leisurely made his way down the stairs. And Cliff stared angrily at the smug smile on his face. A stir on the field caught his attention as he looked.

Slowly but surely, the girl stood up. Her face red, and strained with pain. She limped a step forward, almost falling again. Both hands were pressed on her broken rib, as she was hunched. She lifted her head to stare at Morgan as he made his way down the stairs.

Panic flitted across her face, but was gone in an instant as her face lost all expression. She turned around and started walking to the wall. Her pace was extremely slow, as he legs trembled with the effort.

Morgan took his time walking to her. And even though he was going extremely slow, he was soon twenty feet behind the girl.

As she reached the wall, she faced Morgan and leaned against it. Morgan came to stand up right in front of her.

"So Mister," she said loud and clear. "What are you doing?"

Morgan's face scrunched up in confusion. "Well.. isn't it a bit obvious?" The crowd stirred uneasily, wanting Morgan to take the girl and stop chit chatting. But Cliff knew exactly what she was doing, everyone else was just to stupid to notice it.

"I want to hear you say it." She said matter of factly.

"Well, I'm going to have sex... with you."

"Well, I don't want to have sex with you."

"I don't care." He said getting mad.

"So now it's not sex. It's rape." Without replying Morgan walked up to her, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She gasped, but other wise showed she was in no pain.

"Your the bad guy here not me, I'm just enjoying your punishment." He finished lustfully. The girl's face contorted into rage. She stood straighter, and got right up in Morgan's face.

"No. I'm innocentt. I have done nothing wrong before coming here." She said lowly.