For the Love of Sara

PROLOGUE The pain was no longer intense. A heavy boot crashed into the side of his face and he could hear bone splinter. It echoed around the empty chamber of his head. His head was swollen like a ripe melon, one eye was completely closed. Through the half closed slit of the other eye he could make out the shape of the attacker. They had flipped her onto her front and splayed her legs into a wishbone. The larger of the two men was kneeling on her arms, pressing her head onto the cold tiles of the church floor. His spade-like hands were tearing at her buttocks. The other man was crazed with excitement. Saliva dripped from the side of his mouth. He shifted on his knees to get a better position between her thighs. Her sobs were quiet now, more like a child’s whimper. Then she screamed a scream so loud as to wake every tormented soul in Hell as her attacker forced the full length of his organ into her. That’s when Grant blacked out.