Saving Grace

Prologue

Grace

The pain in between my legs is just unbearable. I want to scream, cry and call for help but I just can't, there is a gag in my mouth I'm trying to scream but the gag won't let me, my screams are just a truely pathetic muffled whimper.

After what seemed to take hours the car I was inside finally decided to stop. I then got really scared of what was going to happen. Due to the blindfold restricting my vision, I didn't have any idea where we could actually be. The blue and purple bruises, cuts, welts and scratches on my week body stung with incredible pain as my body hit the side of the car trunk.

After about 10 minutes we then started driving again, the continuous jolting had hinted we were on some sort of dirt road. As crazy as it seemed, I would actually rather be back on the streets. Being homeless at 15 was hell, but it was much better than being abducted, tortured and raped.

I yelped as the car then hit which must of been a drain. My head violently slammed against the roof of the boot, moments later, darkness had enveloped me.

Unknown

After a while, coming to a stop I had serveyes the drain we had come upon. Stepping out the car, I then grinned suddenly as the rain started to pour down. I walked around the car and popped the trunk open. I smiled rubbing my gloved hands over her body. Her fire red hair was scattered across the floor of the trunk, framing her pale face and soft curves. I lifted her limp and unconscious body out of the car, making sure my sleeves don't slip so I don't expose any of my skin, I had to do this right. Meaning absolutely no exposed skin could touch her. Not when I was just this close.

I carried the unconscious girl over behind a dumpster in an alleyway, watching as the rain poured down on her pale face.

It's a shame I had to get rid of this girl, really. But once I get bored of a toy, I just throw it away and find a new one.

Upon reaching the dumpster, 10 feet away away from the car, I threw her in, watching as she landed upon the unwanted items.

I moved away from the dumpster I threw her in and went around to find a new toy.

Amanda Rollins

Loud, blaring sounds woke me from my sleep. I rolled over groggily, fumbling around my bedside table trying to find my phone. 3:27 am. I breathed in deeply, picking up my phone.

"Rollins" I answered.

"Sorry to wake you," Benson started. " we've got a new case. come down to the precinct. This ones bad. Real bad."

Stumbling out of my bed, I ran around my room, grabbed a jacket, and ran out the front door. I unlocked the door, headed out, and locked it.

Olivia's words kept replaying in my head the whole way to the precinct.

"This one's bad. Real bad."