I sat on the bed, watching Stephanie in her sleep. I had not left her side since I found her in the woods. I still had my bloodstained combat pants and sweat-drenched tee on, but a change of clothes wasn't exactly my priority now. Not when she has been beaten and almost raped.
She looked so peaceful now. Nothing could indicate she had just been pulled out of a night mere only few hours ago. I don't even want to imagine it. It was so close. Rage still hummed in my veins whenever I remembered it. I wanted to revive those fuckers and kill them again–this time slowly and ten times painfully. Especially the one who had tried to rape her.
