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Death Now. [Triggering Events]

Struggling for air, her body ran cold, her hearing and vision began to dull down as all consciousness began shutting down in defeat. Annabelle felt a sharp rippling pain radiate between her thighs there was nothing she could do, but scream. Dwight, forcing his way inside ripped Annabelle’s woman forcing her to enlarge and open up. She was desolate and alone as her world began flipping upside down attached to the pain engulfing every inch of her body. Blood began trickling down Annabelle’s thighs and onto the white sheets where her innocence was ruthlessly stolen. The once unbearable pain turned into a repetitive numbing ness, soon enough she couldn’t feel anything at all. Lying there emotionless she gave him no reaction, he could break her body but he would never force her to react. ‘He won’t take my dignity.’ Annabelle detached herself completely away from DWight’s cruel punishment. Annabelle wished she could trade this pain-staking humiliation for a swift a death. After an hour of this heart wrenching torture Annabelle awoke, finding herself lying face down atop a pile of blankets and pillows. Still nude, Annabelle’s body started trembling from the unbearable pain she endured previously alongside the frost bitter chill lingering in her crime scene. One thing was for sure, looking down Anna had finally realized the restraints vanished. Immediately, she silently found her footing on the floor. The haze of darkness that now consumed her wholly, forced a blind Anna to walk aimlessly towards the small sliver of light coming from the bottom of the double doors. *Bump* “s**t! What did I stub my f*****g toe on now!” she squeaked just above a low whisper. As her eyes focused she seen a large dresser where her tattered night gown resided,” I must have caught the corner, damn dresser.” Anna jolted her head up towards the door as a collage of noises drifted in her direction abruptly ceasing in front of the bedroom.

“Please, Earl Dwight, Please! No!” three male servants in unison cried out. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU!” Dwight screamed back. The rest of anything else said was un-audible but, still sent warning through Anna. Holding her breath, she crept closer to the door in hopes of a silent getaway. No such luck, the doors came flying towards her with an enraged DWight headed straight for her. Everything happened so quickly she didn’t think she just dashed for the open doorway to freedom. Sliding between Dwight and the door she could feel freedom breathing down her neck, only to come to a screeching halt as DWight yanked her back to reality, pulling her to his chest.

”Leaving so soon? We just made love moments ago and this is how you repay me!” DWight roared. “We did not make love you piece of horse s**t! You defiled my body, BASTARD!” She retorted in disgust, fully exposed to the abandoned hallway. “Then why is it that your body reacts to the mere touch of mine?” The Earl said amused. Fully nude plastered to the chest of her Abductor Annabelle tried for mercy once again. “Please, DWight don’t hurt me anymore, you have already stolen my body what more do you want!?” Annabelle gritted through her teeth.

“Anna, my sweet tasting Anna, remember I told you not to run or you would suffer the consequences." DWight reminded her so coldly. Running his finger tips across the bottom of her breast, Dwight caught Annabelle’s body twitch in reaction. Encouraged, DWight trailed his fingers ever so lightly along Anna's torso slowly making his way to her center. “Annabelle, I can feel your body reacting to me or have you already memorized my touch? Seems, you don’t hate me as much as you say you do ANNA!” Dwight taunted. “I did not memorize you! Nor do I hate you any less! You’re only lying to yourself SWINE!” Annabelle echoed in return. “Swine, HAHAHAHA! Is that what I am? NO! That’s not what I AM! I am THE EARL of Steinberg Romania, that’s WHAT I AM! And what YOU ARE! You are a FILTHY DIRTY WASTE of time, cast out by even your own blood, you were put on this earth to F*** for survival, and YOU are a worthless w***e! You WILL do what you were created to do, spread your legs FILTHY SLAVE!” Dwight growled into Annabelle’s ear. “Just because you’re the Earl doesn’t mean you have free reign to FORCE YOURSELF ON, TORTURE and in-PRISON INNOCENT WOMAN! I was not created to be your w***e! I was created a woman STRONG ENDURING and EVERLASTING, you make the maggots in dog s**t look like prince charming, the onslaught of diarrhea spewing from your lips makes your shitty features tad less repulsive, DO NOT be mistaken Dwight, I will escape you.” She reputed at his temper. Anna was on a mission for freedom and she wasn’t about to submit to this torture any further. Without warning she ripped her head forward slamming her head into the bridge of DWight’s nose, not caring for his injury, Annabelle clamped down on his left foot smashing his toe’s then crushing her right elbow into Dwight’s lower abdomen just above his pelvic region. Not waiting for Dwight’s response, Annabelle dashed under his grip and down the hall, running for what seemed like minutes she finally hit a downgrade leading to the staircase. To the left of the stair case, there was a small candle lighting the entire entry way down to the quart yard. Running on tip toe’s she flew into the front door unable to ketch herself CRASH! Glass shattered hitting the floor. Jiggling the lock, she could hear Dwight’s heavily enraged footsteps becoming rapidly closer; she looked up just in time to see him fly towards her. Before DWight reached Annabelle, this time the lock clicked and she took off like a bat out of hell towards town.

Dwight was close on her heels, tailing her for the last two miles, some where between the first half mile and the last half mile; Dwight turned around and got his horse. Annabelle full of adrenaline made a B-line for the biggest bush she could see, Dwight was coming up fast she could hear the galloping alongside his raging voice. “I see you Annabelle; try to get away from me now!” Dwight was bluffing and Anna could feel it. ‘He didn’t see you, if he seen you he would already have you, plus I’m hiding in an extremely large bush, thank god otherwise you might see what he was hiding, *shivers* shhhh quite he’s coming around the back don’t make any noise this is the only chance we have, if he gets us now we will not have another opportunity to escape, he WILL make sure of it.’ Annabelle quickly analyzed. “ANNA! DARLING! Don’t be afraid it’s ok I just want you to come home, nothing to be afraid of promise.” Dwight spoke lies. Dwight clenched hold to a dagger; he had decided even if he didn’t keep her as his personal w***e, she still needed to be silenced. Dwight couldn’t run the risk of her escaping and telling the towns people, which would make his political circles dwindle and become extinct. If any of his good friends and neighbors ever were to stumble upon this one mishap abduction, he could be outlawed even hug from the gallows. See, this wasn’t Dwight’s first abduction or even murder, Dwight wasn’t even a good man, he ran with the Hype bandits. Actually, he doesn’t run with the “Hype Bandits” he’s the Captain of those ruthless pillagers. If anyone was to find out he not only kidnapped a young girl also ruthlessly violated her and beat her, everyone who suspected his guilt in the ‘Main Street Murders’ would truly know he was responsible. Dwight’s peers would have his death sentence, not be by hanging or firearm, but by beheading him in front of his fellow bandits. No matter what would happen to the girl he could not risk his life, even for an evil man his life meant something to him. Luckily, for Annabelle she stayed hidden beneath the brush, if she remains hidden, maybe, just maybe she will escape with her life. Lying under the brush, she saw Dwight’s feet wander closer to the bush then back towards his horse. Before retreating, Dwight did a slow walk around the bush twice then jotted towards Main Street. ‘Well, at least he’s headed away from me; the main street veers out towards the right I’ll go left towards the country, once I make a movement it’s all or nothing he’s on horse so stealth is what I need, Go, Now he’s out of sight.’ Annabelle planned, watching Dwight veer from her sight. Annabelle didn’t hesitate she bolted to the left full force and never looked back.