chapter 1

"No!!!" came a blood curdling shriek and grunts. Angelica ran to her father's lifeless body, she shoved his killer out of her way as she flung herself onto the alleyways ground next to her father. "Papa, no, papa. Please don't die!" Angelica cried in despair.

"What do we have here? The tuff has a sweet daisy? Let's have a taste of her sweet nectar." Angelica heard a rough voice say from behind her. She remembered her little sister at the mouth of the alley and grew cold. No! Not Michelle too! Angelica stood, spinning on her heels, ready to spring to her baby sister's defense only to realize too late that her sister wasn't visible in the gloom.

She stood facing three men, all three have large square builds, they started advancing on her. "No," she whispered, shaking her head and taking a step back for every step they took toward her. She turned and ran as fast as her legs would take her. "Help!!" she screamed, stumbling over items she couldn't and didn't want to see. The tallest of the three caught her by her hair when she stumbled again. She cried out in pain when he ripped her hair out by the roots to stop her head long escape. He slowly reeled her in by her hair. "Please no!" she cried. The other two caught up and left jeering laughs as their companion continued to reel her in. She turned suddenly and raked her nails down his face and kicked his shin, he loosened his hold on her hair enough that she took off again. She held her skirts over her arm as she wouldn't trip over them, then she was flying. The wind left her lungs on impact and she felt wait along her back. Before she could regain her breath The tall Man flipped her onto her back, the three men worked laughing now. She felt something greasy being shoved in her mouth, she tried to push it out with her tongue, but they tied something around her face holding it in place. She tried to scream for Michelle to run, so she wouldn't see her disgrace, but it only came out as a moan.

"Listen to her, she's ready to be poked."

She felt the bodice of her blue velvet gown being ripped, she felt the cold air on her breasts. No! She screamed in her head and started struggling. Her nails made contact with someone's face, she heard a grand pain as her foot made contact, but the hands never let loose. she felt stinging pain and she was slapped repeatedly across her face. She heard a loud humming noise and fought off the black mist in her vision.

Her dress is being shredded along with her petticoats. She felt rough hands pitching her breasts and nipples, she felt someone biting her, blood trickling from those very bites, taste of blood on her tongue from the slaps. she kept struggling, one held her hands over her head, one hell of her feet still in the third squeezed, pinched and bit her. She arched her body and pain with her nipples bit, he heard them laughing at her pain everything was starting to come at a great distance, she felt a great weight pressing her delicate skin into the rough ground of the alley. With a piercing pain between her legs came lewd remarks, but she registered nothing as nothing mattered anymore.