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thighs tightly together but he was far stronger. Fuelled by lust and booze he had thrust his hairy fist between her thighs and forced them apart.
    Without warning he had ruthlessly ripped off her panties and thrust his manhood inside of her. She had screamed at the searing pain.
    She had screamed again and began beating her fists into his back. She had grabbed his greasy hair and pulled as hard as she could. She had slashed her nails across his face. He did not relent. Within seconds he was spent. He had then grunted and rolled off her violated, blood smeared body. Her ultimate humiliation and desecration was complete.
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    Sylvan stood in the shower allowing the water to wash away the torrent of tears that streamed down her face. She ignored the metallic smell of the water and the black streaks of mould that oozed from the cracks in the tile grout. She did not care.
    She needed to cleanse herself of the utter humiliation she had been subjected to at the hands of her step Father and Mother. She knew that soap could only do so much. It wouldn’t cleanse her soul.
    The warmth of the water diminished and left her shivering as she turned the rusty faucet off and stepped out of the shower.
    She stood as she let the water run in rivulets from her body. She looked at the cracked bathroom mirror and looked away in disgust at the image she saw. The face was gaunt, even though she still possessed eyes that were an ocean blue; her once youthful blemish free complexion was now forever marred by the ordeal thrust upon her. Her once youthful, womanly body was now violated and disgusting.
    The tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned away from the mirror and picked up the greying, tattered, bath towel.
    She had finally managed to regain control of her emotions when she felt a sudden sense of panic.
    How long have I been in here?
    She stopped drying her hair and listened. There were no sounds coming from the other room. She hurried to finish drying, wrapped the towel around herself and rushed out into the other room.
    She felt a tight clenching in her chest. The room was empty. Crystal was gone.
    “Oh my god!” she whispered and felt the blood drain from her face as she looked towards the couch.
    Justen was not there. The blanket lay discarded on the piles of clothes on the floor. He was gone.
    Clad only in a towel, she ran from the apartment. She squinted in the darkness within the corridor. There was no trace of Justen.
    Frantically she began banging her fists on each door in the corridor. There was an angry response from the room across from Crystal’s apartment.
    “Fuck off I’m trying to sleep!”
    “Please help me. I’ve lost my son. He is only six he has blonde hair and blue eyes,” Sylvan screamed at the voice behind the door.
    “I don’t give a crap lady. Fuck off and tell someone who gives a shit.”
    She ignored the voice and continued beating on the other doors in the corridor.
    She ceased beating the doors when the door with the voice, burst open and she was confronted with a massive, hairy behemoth of a man. Sweat formed in small bubbles on his bloated reddened face. The veins in his neck pulsed as he thrust his fist towards Sylvan’s face.
    “I said fuck off!”
    Sylvan reeled backwards in terror as the man raised his fist ready to strike. She closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable pain.
    None came.
    She opened her eyes to see Crystal standing in front of the brute, her face very close to his. Her eyes fixed and ablaze with fury, her bony fist clenched and ready to strike.
    “Leave her alone Carl. Fuck off and go back to your room or I’ll get Julian over here to sort you out.”
    The behemoth unclenched his fist and skulked back to his room.
    Sylvan breathed a sigh of relief and then shrieked when she realised that Crystal had Justen by the hand. He had been standing behind her.
    She grabbed his hand and pulled her to him and hugged him. She felt joy, relief and anger at the same