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5.

Dedicated to aurora_03_lee

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Ruth could not tell where it was coming from, but the pain lurked beneath her skin, in her muscles.

Her bones.

Her soul.

She groaned and twitched, limbs feeling weird. Her puffy eyes opened without really seeing a thing. She was hovering on the the thin line of half consciousness, bitter sweet cold spreading over her naked skin.

Naked.

Naked..

It all rushed back in a horrifying kaleidoscope of nightmares. Flashes. Fragments picked up by her groggy mind.

A cloth over her nose. The world in slow motion. A whisper.

'So much for me not getting a chance...'

Then black.

The distorted memories whizzed past her mind's eye, blurring and sharpening randomly.

Josh on her. Dusty. Musty. Sweaty. His words... touches..

'Cuss me out, virgin..'

Rape.

Josh raped her.

A tear rolled horizontally down to her ear. She could not accept the fact it happened. It seemed like an alternate reality, but as the images became clearer in her mind, the pain grew.

His body sliding sickeningly against hers, her muffled groans, the fear and horror she had felt as her body responded to him, despite the unexplainable trauma she was going through at the moment.

Her body did not obey her commands. Her body refused to fight. The helplessness she had felt had no comparison.

Hell.

It was, is, hell.

Another tear rolled down. And another. And another. Her chest began to heave, eyesight blurred over with moisture.

Just a few fragile memories always gave her strength to live through each day. Josh had stained those memories.

She could never remember them now without having to remembering this.

Black hate coursed through her veins. She cherished those memories more than her own pathetic life. Now, Josh had robbed her of them. How she hated him.

With so much undiluted passion.

The intensity of hatred she felt for him before this seemed insignificant compared to the infinite, deadly hatred she felt now.

She rolled to her side, feeling grit and dust stick to her skin. She had fallen from the rickety sofa while she was passed out cold.

Her eyes squeezed shut. The pain, god the pain...

She only loved one person. Let one person claim her. But she could not have him. She was his, but he was never hers.

At least she had clung to fond, happy memories. Now, even that had been taken away. She had nothing to cling to.