Stained White

by

sweetiepie1019

It was cold.

She was surprised. It was the first thing she'd felt in over an hour. Since the pain numbed. Since ...

Her back slammed to the wall and scraped against the brick. A hand shoved itself into her mouth, stifling her burning cries of, "No, no, no, God, NO!" ...

So cold.

Why was it so cold? And wet. She looked up. Oh. She was outside. In an alley. She knew that. She was on her way home from work. Her first job. She remembered ...

She struggled, but he pulled down her pants and smashed her back against the wall, making her head crack against the frozen brick. Her head spun. She realized his shoulder had taken the place of his hand, which was now squeezing her. Every part he touched became dirty to her, disgusting, putrid. It didn't belong to her anymore. And then. And then he entered her, and the panic that spread through her was chased away by the pain – that bone-jarring, shrieking pain ...

Damn cold.

She looked down. There was snow. Pure white snow. She frowned. What was that red fluid spread all over the white? She stared at it a while, before realizing it had come from between her legs. It's because I'm a virgin, she thought. The snow is stained because I'm a virgin. She sighed, and felt a flicker of satisfaction that she had the answer to something. What she couldn't figure out was why ...

He made a guttural sound. She whimpered in pain, which only made him thrust harder. Then suddenly, it was finally over. He released into her with a hoarse cry. Her breathing was haggard. He pulled out of her, then zipped up his pants. She slid down, without even looking up at him. He strode away quickly. It occurred to her she had never even seen his face. Tears slid silently down her face as she stared in front of her...

God, the cold.

She was trembling as she stood up. She shook as she pulled up her pants and fastened them. She quaked as she went down the alley and turned back onto the street packed with people. She looked at everyone passing, then looked back at the alley. She saw her stain in the snow. Looking lost, she turned and weaved her way through the street.

It was cold.

AN: My friend's sister was raped, and it inspired me to write this. Please R&R.