I knew you were trouble

No

He presses her body against the wall, ignoring her protests.

His thick muscled arms holding her shoulders back, as his head nods forward, attempting to claim her lips. 

Her screams are muffled by his thick, ugly lips on his ugly distorted face.

The tears making track marks on her dirty skin, are evidence of the inner struggle she is in.

Give up, and let him be an animal....

Or

Fight back, and be killed.....

She realizes that she is nowhere as strong as he is, and she stops fighting back. 

"No" She says, one last time

He pauses for a second, finally hearing her plea. 

And for a second she thinks

that he might let her go

that he might be gentle and take her home.

Oh how she was wrong...

Her body is slammed back into the wall, the sharp edges of the bricks behind her cutting into her skin and she cries out as he slides her up and presses his hips between hers, forcing her legs spread wide. 

Everything after that is a jumbled mess...

She remembers the pain, the stinging, the feeling of her insides being ripped out.

She can still hear his groans and his sick laughter as he violates her, abuses her...