Wiccans and Demons

Negative to Positive

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!!!!!!!!!This has a scene with rape, abuse, violence, fowle language and drugs in it!!!!!!!!!!! Please do not read of you are sensitive to these topics!! I tried to not be so grafic but this is still a VERY sensitive and serious topic no matter how it is written. Please know I DO NOT wish to offend anyone with this work.

Just recently changed the main character's name to Layla! Found out it fits better. ^-^

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Parties aren't Layla's scene. But she was invited by a few friends she mainly talks to online. They had met up a few times before and they all get along fine. Layla figures she would go in, have a drink, hate the vibe, and get out quick. She declines carpooling just to make sure she won't have any issue with leaving. What she doesn't expect, nor anticipate is the two assholes who slip something into her drink.

*I'm a light weight yes but I shouldn't be feeling like this already.* She thinks to herself leaning on the wall.

"Oh man you don't look so good."

"Come on lets get you to a quiet place to lay down." Two unfamiliar voices are barley loud enough to break through the drugged haze she feels.

"N-no ... No I just need to sit-"

"Laying you down would be better." He says it weird ... as if he is smiling. Maybe its just her. She cant tell what way is left or right. Whoever is standing around thinks nothing of two guys taking a drunk girl upstairs.

Layla cant remember how she was able to climb the stairs. She feels herself being pushed down on the bed and her pants being roughly taken off. She tries to push herself to sit up.

"N-no! What ... Whats happening ... Why are you-" A slap knocks her back down on the bed. Two soft sobs struggle to come from her throat as the shock of the slap stuns her.

"Shut up cunt. Just sit there and look pretty for the camera." They roll her to her back and rip her fitted maroon t-shirt down the middle showing off her favorite mustard yellow lace bralette that makes her feel comfortable and confident. Her pendent on the black leather cord around her neck flips to the side that has the owl. As if it is trying to give some sense to these monsters to hopefully stop them. But they are too dense for such energies. The other side with her Celtic knotted pentagram pressing to her heart. She could feel it giving her strength but the fear seeps in regardless and takes over her mind.

"Huh! Its almost like you wanted to be seen like this." The other man laughs she could barley open her eyes and see around her.

"Stop ... No ... Why ... Why are you-" Her voice weakly struggles to ask and her body tries again to fight back. A hand roughly grips over her mouth covering part of her nose making it even harder to breath. She presses her knees together as her hands come up to weakly grip his arm.

Hands start grabbing, tugging, and she could feel the bruises forming under her skin. Fingers scratch, pull and something intruding her as her whole body jerks from the shock and pain. Her eyes widen but she can't scream she can barley struggle.

*NononononononoNoNoNoNoNONONONO!!!!!!* Then she scenes him ... A third person coming into the room.

*Gods no please no more!* She is in too much shock and pain to realize his energy is not hostile ... well not towards her. She opens her eyes and jerks when the door slams ... And locks.