Date: Mon, 06 Oct 2003 20:54:30 -0700
From: RC in Sacramento <sacwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 12

This is a work of fiction from a first time author. It depicts acts of sex
and sexuality between two teenage females. If such content disturbs you, or
you are under 18, get out and stay out. As always, this story can only be
reproduced by consent of the author.

			Becka the Beast
			 by Sacwriter


Chapter 12***

	Gia held the other girl for over an hour, stroking her back to let her know
she was there, but otherwise leaving her to work out her tumultuous emotions
by herself. Becka was quiet for so long, Gia was beginning to think she had
gone to sleep, when suddenly the other girl spoke.
	" 'm hungry,"
	"What? What did you just say, baby?" Gia asked, letting Becka go just
enough to look into her red and swollen eyes.
	"I said, I'm hungry."
	It was at that moment that Becka's stomach chose to growl again, a
particularly loud one. The timing was too perfect, and the two girls burst
into spontaneous laughter. It was a joyful and healing sound, a signal that
the worst part was finally over. Gia was suddenly squeezing her lover as
hard as she could, planting kisses all over her dirty, tear streaked face.
	"Gia, no, don't. I'm a mess!"
	"Yes, you are, but you're my mess."
	"But I'm dirty! I stink."
	Yes, you do."
	"Gia, I need a bath."
	"And a shower, and a run through the nearest car wash. But right now you
need to shut up and kiss me."

	Becka knew she was beaten and finally gave in, her lips seeking Gia's like
a lost child going home. They lay there in the tall grass and weeds of the
overgrown lot, rebuilding the damage to their relationship, filling the
broken places with soft kisses and tender words.
	Later Gia led Becka by the hand, back to the hiding place where she had
left her book bag. While Gia rummaged in her pack for her uneaten lunch,
Becka donned her mother's jacket, grateful for its familiar warmth after
three nights of the autumn chill. When Gia brought forth her offering, Becka
dove in without any pretense of manners. Turkey sandwich, bag of chips, and
a warm can of soda. Plus a bag of Tallhouse cookies. If she had had any more
tears left, the cookies would have pushed her into another fit of crying.

	While Becka was eating, Gia pulled her cell phone out from the depths of
her book bag and dialed home. She noticed that she had four waiting
messages, all from her father, but she didn't bother to play them. She was
pretty sure she knew what he would have to say.
	"Daddy, it's me. I know, I'm sorry I cut class, but I had to. Dad, listen,
I found her! Yes, she's right here. Uh huh. Yeah, but I haven't shown her
the report yet.
	"Dad, we're okay, I swear it. We're in the woods behind her house, the same
spot I've been watching for her from all week. Yeah, but give us about an
hour, okay? I want to talk with her about her Mom and Dad. No, he's not
home, I already checked that. Yes, I will. Okay, Oso, and thanks. We'll see
you then. Bye."
	Gia folded up her cell phone and put it into her book bag, out of which she
also produced a manila file folder. The title on the file was 'Jackson,
Rebecca Marie'. She glanced at it, and then looked over at her lover, who
had just finished the last of her meal. Becka looked up at her expectantly,
and without a word Gia handed her the file.

	Gia slipped down onto the grass behind Becka, holding the other girl in her
arms and reading over her shoulder. Becka opened the file slowly, almost
reluctantly, but without any fear. Her past no longer terrified her, and
with Gia's strong little arms around her waist she felt no trepidation for
the future, either. She took out the first faxed sheet of paper, and saw
that it was a copy of a California State driver's license. The date on the
license indicated that it would have expired over fifteen years ago. The
name on the license was 'Jackson, Hugh Everett." Her father.
	The fax was in black and white, but it was obvious that the curly hair was
blonde, and the description on the license said that his eyes were blue. The
man was in his mid twenties, and smiling, which brought out a single dimple
on his left cheek. Becka had seen that solitary dimple before, looking back
at her from a mirror. Seeing it now, on the face of a man she had never even
known existed, was sending a thrill through her chest that made it hard to
breath.
	"That's my Dad, Gia. That's really my Dad."
	"Yes it is, sweetie. And look, on the next page. This is a bank statement.
Your father started a college fund for you the same week you were born, and
he added to it every month up to the day he died. Do you know what that
means, Becka?"
	"Yeah," Becka answered, her voice soft. "I do. It means he loved me, Gia.
My Dad really loved me." Tears were once again flowing down Becka's cheeks,
but they weren't tears of pain or mourning. They were an expression of joy.
Becka knew that for the rest of her life she would never feel pain again
when she thought about her parents, only the same sense of warmth and love
that she felt now.
	Gia cuddled the bigger girl in her arms as they both perused the contents
of the file folder. The file contained more about Becka and her parents, and
although there were no more pictures of the elder Jacksons, there were some
of their daughter, mostly school yearbook photos. Becka stopped and looked
at one from her freshman year, seeing the sullen face looking out at the
world from under a shaggy mop of unkempt blonde hair. It was so strange, she
knew this was her, could even remember the day this picture was taken, but
it was like looking into the face of a stranger. The past two weeks with Gia
had changed her so much that she really was an entirely different person
than the one in the picture. The only part of herself that she could
recognize in the other girl was the cut off denim jacket that they were both
wearing. The thought sparked another one in her, and Becka turned half
around in Gia's grip to ask her lover a question.
	"Gia? Where did you get my Mom's jacket from?"

	"From your 'friend' Toni, of course," Gia answered, her inflection on the
word making the quotation marks obvious. "I remember you mentioning the
name, so I asked around and found out who she was. When she opened the door
and I saw the broken nose, I knew you'd been there."
	Becka grinned. "Her nose was broken? I mean, you're sure it was really
broken?"
	"I grew up in a dojo, remember? I've seen my share of broken noses, and
believe me, Toni's was definitely broke. You learn fast, little girl."
	he grin got wider. "I broke Toni Brightman's nose. That is so cool! But all
my clothes and stuff, did you get them, too?"
	"Uh huh, you bet I did. You're going to have to wash it all when we get
home, when I found her she was trying all your new outfits on, can you
believe that? But I knew everything you had in there, so I made sure she
gave it all back, including your four hundred dollar stash. Don't worry,
it's all safe and sound back home." She gave Becka a reassuring squeeze,
resting her chin on the other girl's shoulder. A tiny voice in her head
cautioned her against taking for granted that Becka would want to come home
and live with her and the Cameron men. She told the voice to shut up, and
squeezed Becka even more tightly.
	"Three hundred."
	"Umm, what?"
	"I said, three hundred. That's all I had in my stash, Gia, just three
hundred dollars."
	Gia pulled away and moved over to the side, to better see the face of the
girl leaning back between her legs. "What do you mean, there was only three
hundred dollars? You told me yourself that you had saved over four hundred.
What happened to the rest of it?"
	"That was before we went shopping, remember? I spent fifty dollars that
day, and I always keep a spare fifty sewn inside my Mom's jacket for
emergencies. So that means I only had three hundred in my bag when I slept
at Toni's place."
	Gia leaned back against the tree, a stunned look on her face. "Becka, do
you know what this means? It means that I - I mugged Toni!"
	Becka laughed, a full bellied sound, as she reached her arms around her
young lover and hugged the beloved girl as tight as she could. "My hero,"
she said, as she planted a long and lingering kiss on the other girl's lips.

			* * *

	The clock ticked by as the two girls held each other, the time until Phil
Cameron came to pick them up passing swiftly. Becka leaned back into her
lover's arms, feeling a little ludicrous. Gia was so small, and yet she
embraced Becka the way a mother would have a child. But it also felt so
good, so warm and safe, that she wouldn't have changed positions for the
world. She had called Gia her hero, said it in jest, but she knew that it
was true. Gia had rescued her from hell, and she loved her for it with all
her seventeen-year-old heart. She owed Gia more than her life, she owed her
her soul.
	Becka thought about the future, their future, together. She thought about
what it would be like, living in that big house with Phil Cameron and his
sons, but for the first time she didn't feel the needle of panic that the
thought usually brought. She was nervous, oh hell yes, she was nervous! It
was such a different world that she'd be moving into. But she didn't for a
minute doubt her safety amongst the Cameron men, didn't doubt but that they
would defend her as ferociously as they would their own sister. And she no
longer feared having them know her secrets.
	Becka sighed. She was so damned tired of secrets. Secrets about her past,
about the things that had been done to her, even about the fact that she was
gay. She wanted it over and done with, everything out in the open, even if
she had to testify against Ralph and send his miserable ass to jail for a
thousand years. She wanted to tell the world 'look, this is me, Becka
Jackson! Abused child, rape victim, lesbian! If you don't like it, tough,
just get the hell out of my way.' God, it would be so good just to look
people in the eye without fearing that they could see all of those damned
dirty little secrets. The hell with what they thought or said, it just
wasn't worth the pain and the shame to keep them bottled up inside of her.
	And yet ... what about Gia? Her friend, her lover, the best and greatest
thing that had ever happened to her. How would she handle being out in the
public? Having everybody know that she was a lesbian, having her family know
that she was? Could she really put Gia through that?
	Becka sighed, putting the black thoughts away for now. She and Gia would
work it all out somehow, she knew that now. They were meant to be together,
and somehow they would make it happen. But for now, they still had one
immediate problem, and less than half an hour to handle it.
	"Gia?"
	"Yes, hon?"
	"There's no pictures of my Mom in here. I mean, there's pictures of me and
Dad, and ... and Ralph, but there aren't any pictures of my Mom."
	"I know, Becka, I noticed that too. I asked Dad about it, and he said that
the detective couldn't find any. For some reason your Mom never got a
driver's license in this state, and they couldn't find out where she grew
up, so they never found any school pictures, either. Don't worry, though,
I'm sure they'll be able to find some. Dad will keep them looking until they
do."
	"But Gia, what if they don't? I mean, I know she wasn't raised in
California, but I don't have any idea where she came from. I don't even know
her real last name!
	"Gia, I already have a picture of my Mom, remember? It's the one I drew of
her right after she died. It's still in my bedroom. Ralph still isn't home,
we can sneak in and be out of there in just a few minutes."
	"Becka, are you crazy? I don't want you anywhere near that sicko! Look, I
know you want a picture of your Mom, but we can find a real one somewhere
else. Or we can just wait until the cops come and take him away, and then we
can go in without any hassles at all."
	"But Gia, what if you can't find a picture of her? And what if Ralph
decides to burn my stuff before the cops pick him up? I know him, Gia,
that's just the kind of thing he'd do.
	"Gia, please! We have a while until your Dad gets here, and I found my keys
inside my Mom's jacket, so we don't even have to bust in. Look, you can
stand out in the street, and if you see Ralph's truck coming, just hit the
doorbell and I'll go out the back door. It'll be all right, Gia, I promise.
Please?"
	"Becka, no! Honey ... look, there's something you don't know. I peeked in
your bedroom window the first night I came out here. It's been trashed,
Becka. Everything's been thrown around and torn apart, and your picture
probably is, too. And even if is in one piece, it could take you hours to
find it."
	Becka sighed. "I kinda thought he'd do something like that. That's why I
always hid Mom's picture real good, just so he couldn't ever find it. It's
in the foot of my bed, inside the metal frame. He couldn't have found it
there. Gia, please, I ... I can't remember what she looks like, Gia. I can't
remember anything at all."

	Gia had to look away from the anguish on Becka's face, but she couldn't
block out the sound of it in her voice. She found that she could only too
easily empathize with the other girl on this. There had been times after her
own mother's death when she had woken up in a panic, realizing that she
couldn't remember her face. The look in her eyes, the shape of her nose, the
special smile she saved just for her daughter, they were all blank. She
would spring up from her bed and turn on all the lights, frantically
grabbing for the picture on her desk or the album in the topmost drawer of
her dresser. Her heart would pound like a trip hammer and her breath would
come in short gasps until she could once more look upon her mother's image
and remember her. But what if she hadn't of had those pictures? What if she
couldn't stop the trip hammer of her heart, or soothe the panic that
squeezed a knot in her stomach. Wouldn't she risk anything to end that kind
of emptiness?
	"Okay, Becka. I'll help you get your Mom's picture back. I'll stay outside
and watch for Ralph's truck while you go get it. But five minutes only!
After that we leave, even if you haven't found it. And I want your word on
that, Becka."
	Becka nodded solemnly. "Okay Gia. I promise. And thank you. You don't know
what this means to me."
	Gia smiled, bent over and kissed the other girl and then hugged her tight.
"Oh, you're wrong, little girl. I know just how much it means to you. That's
why we're doing it."

* * *

	Becka and Gia crept from their hiding place and through the backyard of
Becka's house, and then around the side to where they could see the driveway
that led to the padlocked garage. They both sighed when they found it was
still empty. Gia gave Becka's hand a final squeeze, and then trotted out to
the end of the driveway. She took a quick look down both ends of the street,
and then nodded an affirmative to the other girl. Becka nodded back, and
quickly stepped up to the front door of the old bungalow. She unlocked the
door and disappeared inside. Gia returned her gaze back to the street, a
nervous shiver running down her slender frame. 'Hurry up, Becka. I do not
like this at all.'

	When Becka passed through the doorway and closed the door behind her, she
threw both locks and slipped on the security chain. If Ralph were to come
back while she was still there, she would be able to slip out the back
window in just a few seconds, but still she wanted to slow him down as much
as possible. She looked around nervously, her mouth going dry. God, how she
suddenly hated this place! The very carpeting seemed to reek with bad
memories for her. She tried to remember a single good experience inside
these four walls but couldn't, not a single one. She had the sudden urge to
pour gasoline all over and toss a road flare on top of Ralph's five thousand
dollar entertainment center. But attractive as the fantasy was, she forced
herself to concentrate on the job at hand. As she turned to the hallway that
led to the back of the house, she silently vowed never to spend another
night inside this damned house of horrors again.
	Becka never saw the hand that reached out from the laundry room as she
passed by, only felt the pain as it tangled itself in her curly blonde hair
and jerked her harshly off of her feet. She started to scream, but it was
cut off as she was slammed with jarring force against the wall. She opened
her eyes and tried to blink away the red spots that swam before them, only
to find herself staring into the wild visage of Ralph Danning.
	Ralph snarled at Becka like an animal, his face so close to hers she gagged
on the smell of beer on his breath. His body radiated heat like a fever, and
yet his skin looked dry. His left cheek was twitching, and when he spoke his
words were slurred.
	"Fucking little cunt! You think I'm not smart enough to park down the
block? I been waiting two days for you and your tight little pussy, bitch,
and now I'm gonna make you pay for every fucking minute of it."
	Becka felt her heart stop in mid beat, and her soul shrink into a tight
little ball. The bright future she had just been promised disappeared in a
puff of foul smoke. Ralph was on meth, and this time she knew that she was
going to die.

			* * *

	Gia stood out by the edge of the street, fidgeting, anxiously scanning
first down one end of the street, and then down the other. She glanced at
her watch, willing the minute hand to go by faster, but it stubbornly
refused to hurry. God, she hoped that she and Becka were doing the right
thing, and that they hadn't foolishly endangered the other girl just for a
scrap of paper. They were so close to putting this whole nightmare behind
them, to getting on with their lives and with a future together. To risk it
all now seemed to be the worst kind of insanity. Gia hugged herself, and
continued to watch for monsters.
	The quiet of the sleepy suburban street suddenly shattered like broken
glass, as the roar of heavy metal music spewed out from behind Gia. She spun
around, staring at the bungalow in shock. The music was coming out the front
window of Becka's former home, loud enough to shake dental fillings across
the street. Gia felt her heart gripped by a cold fist, as she realized that
Becka would never have turned on that music, not under these circumstances.
Someone else was in the house with her, and that someone had to be Ralph.
G	ia wasn't even conscious of making the decision, she just found herself
running at full speed back up the driveway and onto the front porch of the
bungalow. She slammed into the door and tried to pull it open, but found
that it was locked tight. She pounded on it and screamed, but knew she
wouldn't be heard over the high decibel sound system that was sending a
beating din throughout the house. She stopped her futile pounding and spun
to the right, dashing for the big picture window.
	The window itself was open, but the way was still blocked by an ornamental
iron grillwork, a common accessory in this neighborhood. Gia anxiously
peered through the open window, just in time to see Ralph Danning dragging
Becka down the hallway with a one handed grip on her hair. The girl was
trying to resist, but Ralph just rammed her against the wall with
contemptuous ease, taking a draw on the bottle of beer in his other hand.
The two turned to the left, and disappeared into Becka's room.
	Gia looked around desperately, trying to fight the panic that was
threatening to overwhelm her. The front door and window were out, and she
knew that the back door was also locked. She could try climbing in through
the window in Becka's room, but that would be suicide, she'd be completely
helpless while she did. She thought about the cell phone in her pocket, but
immediately dismissed it. By the time the police or her father could get
there, Becka could already be dead. It would have to be up to her.
	A distraction! If she could find a way to get Ralph out of that bedroom for
a couple of minutes, she could get in through the back. But what could she
use? What would even be heard over the hard driving music?
	Gia looked down, and saw the dirty green coils of a garden hose, attached
to a faucet right below the picture window. What if she were to spray water
through the window all over the stereo, shorting it out? Wouldn't the sudden
cessation of the music bring Ralph out to investigate? Yes it would, but
would it distract him long enough? No, she and Becka would probably be
caught as they tried to exit. She would need something that would occupy him
a little bit more.
	A plan quickly formed, as Gia reached down and grabbed the spray nozzle on
the hose. It was a common type of sprayer, pistol shaped, with a lever on
the back that you depressed when you squeezed it in order to open the
nozzle. Unfortunately as soon as you stopped squeezing the nozzle shut off,
which wouldn't do for what Gia had in mind. She had to find something to
strap it down with in order for her plan to work.
	Gia unclasped the silver charm bracelet from around her wrist, the one that
had once belonged to her mother. She squeezed the handle of the sprayer all
the way down, and then wrapped the bracelet around it, snapping the clasp on
one of the links in order to take up the last of the slack. The bracelet was
sturdy, made of heavy Mexican silver and meant to be worn every day. As Gia
started shoving the coils of hose through the open window, she prayed to her
mother's spirit that it would be strong enough to hold.
	The hose was filthy, covered with old leaves and spider webs. Gia ignored
the filth, just as she ignored the insects that scurried off when she lifted
the hose's coils. She didn't have time to indulge in being squeamish. When
all of the hose was inside the house, she reached for the faucet and turned
the water on all the way. She peeked through the window long enough to see
the end of the hose jerking like a maddened snake as it sprayed water all
over the living room, then turned away and sped for the backyard.
	Gia got to the back just in time to here the raucous music suddenly stop.
She crouched silently under the window to Becka's room, straining to hear
what was going on inside. After a moment she heard Ralph swear, and then the
sound of heavy footsteps as they left the room. By the time Ralph's angry
shouts started emanating from the front of the house, she had already jumped
up to the sill and was eeling her way inside.
	As soon as she fell sprawling on the floor, Gia sprang to her feet and
looked around. Becka's room was as bad off as she had seen it two days ago.
Clothing and books littered the floor, along with the contents of Becka's
closet and dresser. Posters and Becka's drawings had been ripped from the
walls and torn to pieces, and what little furniture the room had held was
now broken and tipped over, the metal bed being the only thing that was
still intact. Becka herself now lay on that bed, her legs wide and bent at
the knees, her body drenched in sweat and shaking with pain as she looked at
the other girl who had again come to rescue her. She was naked from the
waist down, and there was a pool of scarlet on the sheets between her
thighs. Gia took a step to the side for a better look, and then gasped in
horror when she saw the bottom of the blood drenched beer bottle sticking
out from her beloved's vagina.
	"G-Gia?"
	The pitiful voice calling her name snapped the younger girl out of her
trance. She scrambled for the other end of the bed, kneeling down by the
other girl's head, taking her hand as she spoke in her ear.
	"Becka! Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!"
	"It hurts so bad, Gia. Please, get me out of here."
	"Oh Becka, I don't know what to do! If you try and stand up, it could break
off inside of you. It could rip you to pieces, Becka!"
	"Pull it out."
	Gia blinked, not sure she had heard the other girl right. "What did you
say?"
	"Pull it out. It's the only way."
	"But Becka, what if it breaks anyway? What if I hurt you even more?"
	"We gotta get out of here, Gia. He'll kill us if we don't. Hurry, Gia,
please."
	Gia swallowed the stone that had formed in her throat, then steeled
herself. The thought of what she was about to do filled her with horror, but
she knew Becka was right. She stood up, releasing the other girl's hand, and
moved back to the end of the bed.
	There were barely two inches of the beer bottle protruding from Becka's
blood covered entrance, just enough for Gia to grip with both of her small
hands. She eased the brown glass out slowly, trying to pull as straight and
steadily as possible. Twice she had to shift her hold on the blood slick
bottle, but sooner than she had expected it, the hellish object slipped out
with an awful sound that would haunt Gia's dreams for years to come. A
stream of red flowed out too, and Gia was suddenly made nauseous by the
combined smell of blood and beer and fear sweat. Becka let out a soul
wrenching moan and let her knees finally sink to the bed. Gia looked down at
her, wondering how she would ever get the other girl on her feet and out of
this nightmare.
	Gia didn't have long to ponder the question, as two large hands came from
behind and grabbed her neck, slamming her against the bedroom wall. The
impact made the whole room shake, as she felt blackness try to claim her.
Desperately she fought back, trying to stay conscious, knowing that if she
passed out she would never wake up again.
	"You! You little whore, it was you who fucked with my stereo! It's fucking
ruined, goddamn you. I'm gonna rip your fucking tits off, bitch, I'm gonna
--- AAAGH!"
	Gia felt the sudden shock of weight as something slammed into Ralph, and
briefly caught the glittering shower of shattering brown glass. Ralph's
scream of pain was overshadowed by Becka's bellow of rage as she landed on
his back and swung the blood covered beer bottle against the side of his
head. The half naked girl hit her rapist again and again with the broken
stump of the bottle, opening long bloody slashes across the side of his
face, only by some miracle missing his eye. Ralph dropped Gia to the floor,
twisting around blindly until the wounded Becka also fell from his
shoulders. Still screaming in pain and blind from the blood, Ralph stumbled
across the wreckage strewn floor until he came too close to Gia, who saw her
chance and kicked him as hard as she could in the knee. Ralph fell to the
floor, clawing at his damaged face, mewling in pain as his two erstwhile
victims scrambled to their feet and out of the room.
	Gia unlocked the back door and then led Becka out of that house, stumbling
across the weed choked yard and into the safety of the woods behind. They
were able to make almost a hundred yards before Becka collapsed, her face
pale and her skin clammy from the loss of blood. Gia fell down beside her
and held the other girl in her arms, the both of them shaking like trees in
a high wind.
	Gia scanned the woods around them intently, knowing that they still weren't
safe. She looked down between Becka's legs and saw that she was still
bleeding, the blood dripping in long scarlet streaks down her naked thighs.
She had to get Becka out of there, get her to a hospital and medical
attention. But she also had to do something to slow that bleeding down, or
Becka could very well die before she got there.
	Gia quickly stripped off her blouse, glad that it was cool enough that she
had decided to wear one with long sleeves. She made Becka stand up and
wrapped the white garment around her, pulling the tail up between her legs
like a diaper and tying it off with the sleeves. Becka whimpered in pain
when Gia tightened it, but she made no protest. She knew how bad their
situation was, and soon the two girls were making their way through the
woods to their rendezvous with Gia's Dad.

			* * *

	Phil Cameron had just arrived at the spot where he was supposed to pick up
the girls, and was starting to call his daughter on her cell phone. He had
just dialed her number when he heard Gia calling him, and looked up in shock
at the apparition that emerged from the wooded lot by where he had parked.
His daughter was there, naked from the waist up but for a white bra,
stumbling under the weight of the girl who was leaning against her. In
contrast to the smaller girl, Becka appeared equally naked from the waist
down, with nothing but a band of cloth covering her loins. A white cloth,
which was covered in a quickly spreading stain of bright red.
	Phil was out of his SUV in an instant, covering the distance between them
at a ground eating sprint. With the eyes of a professional fighter he
quickly scanned the two, deciding that his daughter was by far the least
hurt. Without asking questions that he knew could wait, he scooped the
injured Becka up into his strong arms and carried her back to his car. Gia
dashed on ahead and opened the back door, and then scrambled in after her
father had gently laid Becka across the seat. Phil slammed the door shut and
then rushed around to the other side, getting behind the wheel and putting
the old Ford into gear. Within seconds they were on the road and speeding
towards the nearest hospital.
	It was time now for questions, and Phil asked them tersely as they sped
down the road, breaking more than one of the local traffic ordinances. From
the back seat his daughter answered him, quickly telling the story of
Ralph's assault and their subsequent escape. By the time they pulled up to
the emergency room entrance of the hospital he had enough of the story to
tell the ER doctors the nature of Becka's injuries, and to cause a surge of
white hot bile at the back of his throat. As the attendants wheeled the
nearly unconscious girl away, he swore under his breath that he would hunt
Ralph Danning down and return some of the pain the bastard  had caused, with
interest.
(continued)