Marked

'This is it,' she thought to herself, lying in a pool of her own blood. A large man was looming over her, his face twisted in a half grin, half grimace. He spat on her and kicked her once more in the gut. She heaved after breath and turned her beaten face to look at her assailant. It had all started by her not wanting to comply with this John's violent and, quite frankly, despicable s****l fantasies. This lack of complience had led to him dragging her kicking and screaming out behind the bar and motell she frequented. He had kicked her several times in the stomach region, beaten her face, broken her nose, and choked her till she almost passed out.   "Please," she begged quietly. All her screams and calls for help had done her no good. Her voice was hoarse and cracked. The John grunted and squatted down next to her. He stroked some of her hair away from her face and grabbed her chin forcefully, pulling her towards him.  "You are nothing but a w***e. You'd do well to remember that," he hissed before pressing his lips to hers. Her lips were dry and cracked, and his force made her broken nose make a nausiating crunching sound. She tried to push away from him, but she was too beaten and bruised to put up a fight. He took her by the back of her hair and pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift move, before forcing her down onto him. He then preceded to forcing himself on her for what felt like an eternity. With a final thrust he grunted and pulled out of her. "What a good girl," he murmured as he dried away some of her tears. She said nothing, but hoped that this would be the end of this nightmare. The John got to his feet and walked over to his jacket. As he walked away, she eyed him with her one remaining good eye and prayed for him to leave. Unfortunately, she didn't have that kind of luck. He fished out something from his jacket pocket and came back over, whistling. She gathered all her remaining powers and tried to get to her feet, but she was wounded and he was faster. He grabbed her effortlessly and wrapped the item, a rope, tight around her neck. She fought to the best of her ability, but he was too strong. Her final thought before it went dark was that at least the nightmare would be over.