\Warm blood drips from my busted lip onto the icy ground beneath me, staining the snow. Mud and ice cake underneath my fingernails and between my fingers on my numb, freezing hands. My whole body aches where I hit the pavement when I leaped from Scott's Camaro. Despite the pain I feel, I keep clawing my fingers into the cold, wet, ground in desperation, attempting to climb the steep, mountain slope to get away from Scott.
What little ground I manage to gain, I quickly lose sliding down the slope towards Scott. With nothing to hold onto, escape seems impossible. I don't think Scott is going to give chase waiting patiently at the bottom of the slope for me to slide right into his clutches.
From out of nowhere, a ghostly voice echoes in my head. A haunting image of a faceless, translucent figure with a bluish aura around it appears in front of me in the mountain mist. Hovering just inches above the ground, the ghost like figure appears to be waving and coaxing me to go on, giving me a small sense of hope. I'm so hysterical I can only assume I'm hallucinating - this can't be real.
"Be patient, Amanda. Your time has not yet come to an end." The ghostly hallucination affirms with an eerie, haunting voice that echoes in my head.
"What?" I reply as if I'm talking to myself, temporarily forgetting the severity of my situation.
"Judgment is coming this day." The ghostly hallucination promises, fading from my visibility before I can respond.
"Help me." I mutter under my breath as I stretch one of my arms out, reaching towards nothingness where the hallucination appeared.
Physically drained, I give up hope and slide to the bottom of the steep, icy, mountain slope. I'm too exhausted from struggling to climb the snow covered, mountain slope to put up much of a fight. The shadow of Scott looms over me, obscuring the afternoon sunlight.
I collapse face down into the icy slush beneath me. Towering over me with his menacing 6'2" stature like a predator, Scott sizes me up like helpless prey before kneeling beside me. Then, he grabs a hold to my jacket collar, snatching me away from the mountain slope.
"Let go of me, Scott!" I shout, attempting to wiggle myself free from my jacket. "Help! Somebody help me, please!" I scream as Scott drags me across the frigid ground face down towards his Camaro.
"You made a fool of yourself attempting to escape - and did it get you, Amanda?" Scott taunts me with his cat and mouse games while I fight and resist anyway possible.
Dissatisfied there's still plenty of fight left in me, Scott ceases dragging me to towards the Camaro. Rolling me over onto my back, he straddles my weakened body and pummels my face with his fists countless times until I'm nearly unconscious. Satisfied there's no fight left in me, Scott hoists my limp body across the hood of his car face down. Then, he methodically undresses me with his knife, exposing my bare skin to the frigid mountain air.
"You've got more fight in you than your pussy ass brother - he hit like a little girl." Scott jokes, throwing huge chunks of my clothing into a pile at my feet." It's a pity he isn't here." He whispers in my ear, dragging the blade slowly across my flesh, scratching me with tip of it and drawing blood.
Scott's warm hands move across my naked flesh, positioning me on the hood of his Camaro. My face is bruised, swollen, and bleeding; my eyes are black and blue - I'm in pain and helpless to fight back. Tears roll down my cheeks and mix with the blood dripping from my busted lip. My worst nightmares are materializing before my eyes.
Kicking my legs apart, Scott presses his body against mine, tightening his grip on my wrist and holding it in place; subduing me. I want to scream, but there's no one around to hear me. Paralyzed with fear, I'm hoping it'll all be over quickly. I can only pray he doesn't kill me. Scott has no intentions of making this sexual encounter pleasurable for me. Unzipping his pants, Scott begins stroking his cock until it springs to life, getting rock hard in his hand.
"I tried to be nice, and you blew me off. I've wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you." Scott whispers in my ear. "If you won't give me your pussy, then I'm going to take it." Scott insists, spreading my ass cheeks apart; exposing me.
The pain is unbearable from Scott shoving his hard, throbbing, cock into my pussy dry. If I wasn't crying before, I'm whimpering like a baby, balling with tears now. I feel the entire length of Scott's cock penetrate me; my pussy lips wrap around his shaft - it's painful and hurts like Hell.
I let out an inaudible scream as Scott releases some of the tension on my wrist. Unmercifully, Scott begins to pump my pussy relentlessly with his hard cock. In and out, harder and faster, until my pussy begins to lubricate itself, relieving some of the friction and pain. Scott smiles mentally assuming I'm enjoying his cock pumping and pummeling my pussy. Releasing his grip on my wrist, Scott trades it for a handful of my long, red hair.
Yanking my limp body into an arch by my hair, Scott holds my swollen face off the hood of his Camaro like a puppet while he sexually violates my helpless body. Harder and faster he pumps my devastated pussy with his hard, throbbing cock. I want to blackout from the whole experience. Just when I think it's over Scott takes it to a whole new level.
"I bet you're wishing this was over." Scott taunts. "Not hardly. I'm going to fuck you in the ass like I fucked your brother." Scott insists, extracting his slimy, cock from my pussy. "Your brother loved taking it up the ass like a bitch." Scott mutters, pulling my hair tighter with his grip.
