Run

Without any kind of plan, Elizabeth took off running. The men followed closely behind, but Elizabeth was able to stay a few seconds ahead of them. She had no idea where she was going and the darkness of the woods made it difficult for her to see. A thick root had tripped her at some point, but she managed to regain her stance and keep going at the expense of losing her sandal.

"Where you going sweetheart?" she heard one of the men yell. "We just want to have some fun!"

Elizabeth knew what kind of fun they wanted to have and she didn't want to be part of it. She thought the dirt road they had traveled down was to the east, but she wasn't too sure. At this point she didn't really know which way east was.

She could hear the men gaining on her. The moon provided some light, but the dim glow did little to help her navigate the thick woods. The adrenaline was a rush, but it was wearing thin.

Something stung her right foot and she howled in pain. She tried not to stop, but there was something stuck in her foot she had to get out. Hobbling along, she swatted at her heel and pried the tiny thorn buried in her skin. By the time she had it out, she could feel a grubby paw gripping her wrist.

"I got her!" the man in the overalls yelled.

"Bring her back over here!" a voice from the darkness replied. "We'll get nice and acquainted."

"Please don't," Elizabeth begged. She was gasping for breath. "Please let me go."

"Do you really think I'd let a hot piece of ass like you go?" he asked, yanking her back toward the others.

"Please don't," she whimpered, pulling away from him. He strengthened his grip and wrapped both arms around her shoulders. She felt his hard sex rub against her jeans.

"Keep moving bitch!" he yelled. His rank breath smelled of strong liquor.

Elizabeth sobbed as the man pushed her back through the woods and to where Sam appeared **** on the ground.

The man in the overalls threw Elizabeth onto the blanket they had set out for their picnic under the moonlight. The fire was still burning bright and she watched as one of the men threw kindling into the flames.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," said the bald man. "What are you doing all the way out here? Were you going to have a little marathon fuck session with your boy toy over here?" He kicked at Sam's ribcage. She could hear Sam grunt into the dirt.

"Don't hurt him!" she screamed.

"So you must have some real feelings for this guy?" said the bald man as he lit a cigarette. "Well you do realize that you're trespassing and I don't remember either of you paying the toll. Do you guys remember?"

He looked in the direction of his buddies. They both shook their heads, staring at the frightened girl on the blanket.

"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked nervously. "We honestly didn't know this was your land and we're sorry. If you would just let us..."

"I don't think so. You're going to pay the toll one way or another," said the bald man, blowing smoke as his words harshly broke the chill of the night.

"I've got money in my purse. It's in the truck...just take it."

"That's not the kind of toll we're talking about princess," he said, unzipping his fly. He hovered over Elizabeth, unfastening his belt.