Her name was Amethyst, named after the birthstone for the month of February, most people simply called her "Tess." It was the only thing her mother ever gave her, the name. Her coal black hair and violet eyes made the name make more sense, seeing as she was born in September. Tess grew up with her grandparents, her mother, often referred to as a whore, was just 14 when she had gotten pregnant with Tess. Soon after her birth, her mother had ran away and she was left with her strict, close-minded grandparents to raise. Grams and Gramps reminded her constantly of the sinful way she was brought into this world, of the dangers men brought to young women. She attended church 4 times a week, Sunday mornings, Sunday evenings, Wednesday evenings, and Thursday youth group. She never cut her hair or wore pants, only long dresses and skirts that went to her ankles. Tess was constantly teased through out school, for her type of dress and mousy personality. High school was much worse, girls her age were having sex with boys her age and she was labeled a tease, or an ice queen. Never allowed to date, or receive phone calls from the opposite sex, she led a sheltered, innocent life.
Upon turning 18, she happily moved out of her grandparents house with the earnings she had saved from the part time job she held the last 3 years. Tess had barely spent a dime, waiting for the day she could escape her grandparent's critical looks and strict ways. She didn't earn a lot as a waitress at the local drive inn restaurant, but planned to move into management and work full time after completing high school. The tiny apartment she rented was one large room, with a small kitchen, bathroom and closet. Second hand stores and yard sales became her means of furnishing her new home. Tess accumulated a hide-a-bed sofa, small TV, and a few small tables that didn't quit match. She was proud of her new life, starting over.
When she started wearing blue jeans to work, and cut a few inches off her long, waist length hair, she felt more like her own person. She smiled more, and hence made more tips. The boss gave her the night shift management job, and she thought things were just going to keep going her way. Though she didn't have the guts to accept any of her recent date offers, even those from familiar regulars at the restaurant, she knew she would one day, when she was ready. 18 years of fear instilled in her from her grandparents kept her on her guard whenever men approached her. She was determined not to end up like her mother, young, unmarried, and pregnant.
Tess came home late every night, the restaurant closing at midnight, she stayed until it was cleaned up, paperwork done, deposit made, and all the other employees safely gone before she locked up and headed home herself. The bicycle she rode back in forth every day would do for now, but she'd have to save up for a used car before the weather turned cold. Wheeling her 10 speed to her front door she unlocked it and headed inside. Flicking on the lights, she then stripped out of her clothing and headed for the shower. After a long time under the hot, steamy water, she slipped on her robe, not bothering to comb out her hair tonight, and tucked herself into her hide-a-bed. Lights out and crickets singing in the distance, she fell into a self-satisfying slumber.
A few hours later, a noise jolted her from her dreams. Tess went to click the lamp beside the bed on, nothing. 'Light bulb blew' she thought, sitting up and looking around. Nothing. She chided herself for being such a wimp and laid back down. Moments later she felt a weight on her bed followed by a hand covering her mouth. She grabbed at the wrist, trying to pull it off her face, and screaming against it. "Do as I say and I won't have to hurt you" came a deep voice out of the darkness. Still gripping at his arm, she struggled to sit up, he held her down easily with his one strong limb. Tess could see his head now, covered in a black ski mask, peering at her with the most intense blue eyes. They were cold as steel, piercing as they stared at her hungrily. "You want to do this the hard way huh?" came the deep , threatening voice. His hand moved away but was quickly replaced by a large piece of duct tape. A loud ripping noise echoed through the apartment before the next piece of tape was wrapped around her wrists. Eyes wide with terror, she twisted and turned, trying to wiggle free.
He straddled her, his weight keeping her in place. She could almost feel him grinning at her behind his mask. Blacked, gloved hands gripped both sides of her robe, tearing it open to reveal her perk, white breasts. He inhales sharply, then whistled , "Your more beautiful then I had imagined." Wiggling and hitting him with her bound fists, she got him to take his eyes off her body for a moment. Another ripping sound and her bound wrists were taped to the top bar of the hide-a-bed. She pulled against the bar, hopelessly struggling for freedom, Tess's mind raced. He backed up off her for a moment, completely opening her thin robe. He drank her in, bit by bit, studying each curve and angle of her body. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, willing herself to ignore the scrutiny.
