Judgement

Chapter Seven- Nicole

"No. I'm innocent. I have done nothing wrong before coming here." Anger darkened Nicole's voice. Her inner thighs ached, and she was sure the man in front of her was about to rip her hair out. The broken rib had gone completely numb, except when she moved. Some part of her should have been worried that it was numb, but she had just gotten raped and was about to again. It wasn't her biggest concern.

"You lying bitch. I can't wait to bang your brains out and then watch you face the beast." He snarled at her. Rage coursed through her at what the man said. She knew just how to piss him off, and it would probably result in her being in more pain, but she was past caring.

"Ah, so now your going to rape a lying bitch? I thought you might have more class Mister." She smirked at him, as his face reddened with rage.

"No, I'm teaching you a lesson." he snarled before yanking her hair to the ground. She yelped as her skull erupted in pain and her back arched pushing her broken rib out. Smashing on the hard ground, caused the breath to fly out of her. Nicole could feel her body weakening. How a simple fall to the ground caused her to loose her breathe. A small push caused her to fall over.

The man took off his pants slowly while staring at her on the ground. He stood on her hair to prevent her from getting up. Tear welled up in her eyes as she knew she would be raped once more. But she refused to cry.

A bulge formed in his boxers as his pants came off. Bile rose in her throat as she fought the urge to throw up. In a quick motion he was stradling her in just his boxers. Her body was as stiff as wood, his hands roamed her chest. They were sweaty from the heat outside, and felt slimy on her bare skin. She was absolutely repulsed, and again the urge to throw up was strong.

One of his hands moved from her breast ot her crotch. She thrashed weakly, trying to prevent him from doing what his determined hands were going to do.

"Five more minutes." The announcer said.

"And now, the lesson truly begins." He whispered in her ear. Lust hung off of every word. And tears leaked from her eyes as he pinched hard on her nipple and in between her thighs. A gasp escaped her lips at the pain. But this only excited him more. His hands moved in different patterns, hard and soft. Painful, and then just disgusting.

Tears added with the sweat streaming down her face. Her head lolled to the side from the man thrusting inside her. And her eyes met bright gray eyes. They were so light, almost clear. Like a window to look into a soul. Her eyes searched the face containing the beautiful eyes.

It was a he. And he was beautful, high cheek bones and a squarish jaw. His tanned skin looked darker from his almost black, brown hair. Even from a 50 yeard distance she could tell his defined giant muscles were not something to be messed with.

Her light brown eyes, a shade lighter than her hair, searched for his. She was shocked when his clear eyes found hers. They were full of pain, and at that moment she didn't care about herself, she just wanted to take his pain away.

Her chin was ripped painfully away from the mysterious gray eyes, and she stared into the ugly face of the man raping her. His grubby hands held her chin in place as he placed a hard kiss on her lips. She pushed her head as far as she could into the ground but could not escape his lips. He thrusted harder and faster into her.

Nicole's insides felt like they were ripping. A scream escaped her lips, only muffled from his lips. He planted kisses down her chin to her breast, as he continued to thrust. Biting and pulling, scatching and kissing. She itched with pain and from nerves of never being touched there.

"Your time is up, Mr. Morgan."

But he didn't stop. He licked her lips, and entered her once more. Before collapsing on top of her. Her rib was painfully sandwhiched between his sweaty plaid shirt and her bare skin.

"Mr. Morgan. Please vacate the arena."

"I hope you learned your lesson, bitch" He whispered in her ear before gently biting it. Morgan stood and pulled his pants back on. After taking a few step from her he turned back around. "Oh. And if you do somehow survive the beast. Feel free to stop by my house anytime."

She glared with all of her might at his back. As anger flooded through her veins, but she was to tired, to actually act upon it. Her words abandoned her, as her soul felt heavy and dead inside of her.

"Last contendor please continue onto the field."

Nicole's heart sped with fear. Her previous fire and strength had abandoned her. She rolled over and managed to stagger to her feet. Her head turned to the noise of the ladder lowing. Her heart and body froze at the sight of the beautiful boy walking down the stairs.

He had a fierce look upon his face, and was a giant. A black T-shirt hugged his giant biceps, and his legs strongly walked to her, eating up the ground with giant steps. She doubted she could even reach his shoulder standing on her tip toes.

Hot hatred filled her body for this man. She had felt sympathy and wanted to make him feel better, when he was just going to come here and rape her like the others.

Nicole had forgotten to move as he ended up standing right before her. Adrenaline filled her and it took every ounce of her strength not to flinch from him. She glared very hard at his chest. Since it was directly in front of her, hoping to burn a hole though it and then have him drop dead in front her.

She jumped back from his hand rising, but was stopped from his other hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her into him. The rising hand gently cupped her chin. His hands were warm and soft, and without any guidance from him she looked into his eyes.

Again, Nicole found herself lost in his clear, gray eyes. She forgot about being raped twice in a span of twenty minutes. She forgot she stood naked infront of this man and thousands of other people. All she could focus on was his beauty and his eyes.

She could see her reflection staring back at her, and was shocked at the blood covering her face. Her hair was wild, and she realized she was naked in front of him. Putting her hands on his chest, she shakly pushed herself away, but was stopped by his arm around her waist. She tried resisting, but was to weak to really do anything.

Collapsing against his hard chest, his massive arms enveloped her in a hug. Her arms sitll smooshed between the two of them gripped onto his shirt for dear life. Comfort and warmth flooded through her and her pain was momentarily forgotten.

"Hey." He gently said into her hair. She looked into his eyes, curious as to what he wanted. He moved his hand to cup her cheek and leaned down slowly. Staring into her eyes, asking for permission. And even though sex was used terribly against her, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

Anwering his unspoken question, she stood up on her toes, to get closer. He closed the distance and gently carresed her bruised lips with his own.