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Her body stretched against her will. Her mind splitting off from her body.

Her mind screamed. This was wrong.Stop!

Survival instincts roared to the surface.

She was damp. Under his grunts, she heard the wet slap. Deeper, deeper, hard.

The out of body experience went on for a long time. He was lustful and driving vigorously. Pinning her arms down. A churning unmoveable mountain.

Was it rape, she asked no one in particular, if she was going to come?

This was wrong. Stop. Please.

Left panting for air, with the hardness still inside her, his eyes blinked open, the man finally awoke.

No good deed goes unpunished her Uncle Silas would say. He was a born again Christian and believed in hell damnation.

"Did you like that, sweet love?"

She blinked. His smile was dazzling. Unnatural and normal.

"Who are you?" Her throat constricted with fear.

He'd already began to shove inside her again. Grunting sexual noises.

She went away in her mind, her body failed to listen. Stretching supple to accept him.

Surviving.Let him do what he wants so I can get the fuck out of here. He was relentless shoving into her.

Already the orgasm forced upon her once more against her will and screaming mind.

Wrong wrong wrong. Stop. I don’t want this.

She never made a sound.

But she heard him rasp "Kyle."

Kyle. A normal name for a devil.

A day or nightmare. The woman didn't know anymore.

But she knew he’d been sent from Hell.

She just hoped she survived long enough to get out of there.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“One day I’m gonna get out of here and marry him…“- Angela

"Sweetheart, you have to stay there, you know that." Zara had been on the phone to Angela for the last ten minutes trying without success, it was seeming, to talk her out of running away from her foster home. It was T-minus one hour until her dinner date with Rider. Already her belly was in knots, tight snakes of nerves, now dealing with teen angst.

What fun.

"How are the people looking after you?" In two weeks Zara, hadn't used the phone within the clubhouse, nor had any calls come through the club for her, why would she, no one knew she was there. So, when Uncle Jed came looking, finding her elbow deep in cheddar cheese to let her know someone was calling the shop asking for her, she'd been mildly surprised, telling the old man it must be a mistake she'd cleaned off her hands and followed him anyway.

"They suck." Characteristic teenager, Zara smiled, glad to hear she was talking typically, unlike the frightened girl she'd last seen. So much for a young girl to deal with, god, she'd only just lost her parents, was there an investigation to search for them, even? Not wanting to upset Angela, she didn't ask. So far nothing had appeared in the local newspaper which she found odd. Not even a report of two missing people, though Zara knew different, if the Raging Rebels were involved, those parents were likely dead in a shallow grave somewhere and not lost in the forest.

"They can't be that bad, why do they suck?"