"These violent delights have violent ends."
For never was a story more maddening than this of Sweeney and his Madilyn.
Madilyn Mortimer lost everything. Escaping from the unbearable experiences she lead in her thought-to-be perfect life, Madilyn is...
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Madilyn jogged through the crowds on the streets of London who were all retreating for shelter as rain heavily clashed against the uneven pavements.
She didn't know where she was going. She just needed to run. Warm tears flowed down her cheeks blending themselves with the raindrops that continued to weigh itself down on her, making her dress thicken and become heavy against her body.
As the crowds dispersed, Madilyn found herself in smaller, more secluded streets with alleyways in between every couple buildings. Dark clouds illuminated the eerie feel of the piercingly silent, dull area.
A cold feeling washed over Madilyn. Clearly she wasn't in a safe place.
Before this feeling completely flooded her mind, she froze as a drunken voice called out to her.
"Ha! Well look wha' we 'ave 'ere, fellas!" Madilyn jumped and turned her heel spotting a drunken, middle-aged man approach her. He was covered in murky rags and surrounded himself with a sleazy group of men, stumbling behind him.
All were laughing in a dazed state, all eyeing Madilyn up and down, scanning her body with hungry eyes.
Madilyn wrapped her arms around herself and backed away.
As she paced back she felt herself bump into someone and gasped, feeling a pair of clingy, meaty hands grip onto her shoulders and turn her around.
"Ah, looks like we got ourselves a shy one." The owner of the hands laughed toothlessly, with immense stench escaping his mouth, making Madilyn cringe in discomfort and fear.
"And what a pretty face as well." He grinned creepily stroking a dirty finger against her cheek and down her neck.
"Let go of me!" Madilyn screeched, hitting the man's face and pushing him off her.
The man's face grew with fury as he drew his hand back, thrusting a rapid slap across Madilyn's face.
Madilyn collapsed to the ground, gasping and whimpering as tears passed the sting on her face.
"Oooh, a fighter this one is!" Another man cackled, amused at his friend's rage of rejection.
"You'll pay for that, bitch!" The man slurred, grabbing Madilyn's hair, pulling her up and slamming her against the concrete pavement.
Madilyn screamed in pain as her body was slammed and grazed against the concrete, cutting through the skin on her arms, and delivering a dramatically harsh thud against her head.
She was trapped. Crowds of men surrounded, all cruelly lingering at her, sharing the same thoughts, intentions, laughter and approach.
Her eyes grew dark as she shivered hopelessly in the mud and gravel, the rain weighing down her efforts to get up and fight back, blood streaming down her arms from grazed skin and throbbing pains across her face and head.
