Breathe (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 8 - Demon & The Grass

"Indefinite...what the hell kind of answer is that? I have never  heard of that as a definition of sexual preference." Faith countered Dana's answer.

Dana laughed and explained, "It means that I don't really have a preference to one gender or another. I think by definition most people would call me 'bisexual'...but I don't like to label or define things and I especially don't like to have others put me in a box. That is why I define myself as 'Indefinite'. I will find a person physically attractive and yes, that is usually the first thing we experience. I however, am 'indefinate' because I like to see more than appearance. I find a kind heart, good sense of humor, honesty and common sense just as provocative as the outward appearance. I am attracted to the whole...and not just part or 'parts' in regards to gender."

Faith looked at Dana with enlighten eyes and said, "Ohhh? Yeah!...I still don't get it. Let's just say for my sake, you are bisexual...OK?"

Dana smiled at Faith and walked by her patting her on the shoulder, "OK boss...if that works for you...then I'm Bi."

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Samantha was handed the baton and took off around the track. There were two
runners in front of her. Of all the relays, this one was torturous. A 400 meter run...well...rather...sprint... was run by four members of a team. Sam was "anchor", which meant she was the fasted on the team. It was a grueling event, but she was good at it...very good!

Just as a person rounds that last corner to the straight away eyeing the finish line, one's muscles begin to burn and the arms, despite their effort, appear to be useless. It feels as though you are held by a cord around the waist. They call it, "Hitting the wall."

Sam caught up to the first runner within the first 200 meters. She then was just behind the runner in first place as she came around corner and into the last 100 meters of the lap. Sam then made her move to the outside. Within the last 50 meters, Sam was dead even with the girl on the inside. She relaxed her arms and continued to stride out. The two runners crossed the finish line one just a step ahead of the other.

Samantha came to a stop and bent over with her hands on her knees to recover her breathing. She then walked off the track into the grass. Just then, Sam's teammates ran up to her and hugged her.

"You did it Sam! We won!" One of her teammates yelled.

They were so excited that they fell on to Samantha. Sam struggled to hold her teammates from collapsing onto her completely. To no avail, Sam fell to the ground.

Just as she felt the pressure upon her and the smell of the grass hit her senses...

She could hear him unzip and pull down his pants. As he fumbled to do so, the blade would scrape against her throat.

She was frozen. There were no more words...no more sobs...only tears that streamed down her face and onto the ground beneath her.

"Don't you move!" He whispered in her ear as he took the knife from her throat.

She felt something cold against the waistline of her panties as it slipped down toward her bottom. Then, with a sharp pull and pain she felt her underwear break free from her body...ripping and tearing away. She let out a soft whimper.

She could feel the cool air on her exposed body. Then, time stood still. She could not move a muscle...as if she was a statue. If she cried out maybe he would stop. But, maybe he would just kill her too. Would that be so bad compared to this?

She felt the cold steel against her privates tracing around her inner thigh. "Ohhh? So...we have a virgin here huh?" he remarked.

He took the point of the blade and entered her. Not enough to cut her, but enough for her to know what he was doing. If she moved at all he could slice her open.

Then...there was nothing...It was as if he rose and walked away. The only thing her senses knew...he was not gone! She could hear her heart beating inside her chest.

She held her breath trying to hear anything. That is when she heard it. His breathing. His presence. Maybe; just maybe...he was done. Maybe he had second thoughts. But, still, he remained. That's when she heard him.

"Ohhh" he whispered.

Then, without warning he forced her legs apart and was inside her. The burning pain shot through her body. He grabbed her hips. His fingers digging into her skin, the blade still in his hand. She could feel the steel against her waist. An occasional burning came from where the blade had been.

"Oh, God! Please just let me die? Please?" she thought.

He continued to assualt her as he took her innocence. No longer would she be pure. No longer would she be the trusting child she was before she stepped through that fence.

With every thrust she was pushed more toward the ground. Her smaller frame could no longer hold the weight and violence she was enduring. Within each movement he was stealing more and more of her. His breaths became more heavy and shorter apart. He began to grunt and push harder with each painful invasion of her.

"Oh Jesus!" he exclaimed. He released his grip ever so slightly as the weight of him increased until she collapsed to the ground completely.

He pushed up off of her back standing and pulling his pants back up. If there was the time to try to get away, this would be the moment. But, instead she became more still. Why? Why didn't she try? It was as if he had just stolen all of her will.

"Roll over Sammy!" he commanded.

He did know her. He knew. How? She pushed her arm out from underneath her body and rolled over. Hair, pine needles and dirt were stuck to her tear soaked face as she looked through the trees to the sky. Her breathing became labored like a baby that had just cried itself to sleep. Except, she was not sleeping...she was in a nightmare...and it appeared that it was not over.

He knelt next to her, wiping her face. The blade was pointed to the underside of the chin right at that soft spot. He drug the knife down her sternum to her belly. He circled the blade around her navel. He continued to trail the knife down to the pubic hair that was only a year or so old.

"Mmmmmm, so soft! But I like them this way." He said.

He began to scrape the blade over her hair. She could feel the burning sensation across her skin.

"Well shit Sammy! I thought it was sharper than this." He explained.

He then took the hair between his fingers and pulled it up and began to cut it close to the skin. It only took a couple seconds since she was still developing.

Tears were now streaming into her hair. They burned against her skin. She saw a bird fly by over the trees and longed to fly away as well. She shut her eyes. She had never shut them this hard before. All she could see was white...