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was virtually full as Beth had only ever used it when she’d had a cold. She could see him shaking his head while he read the label, clearly dissatisfied with her choice in liquor. He unscrewed the cap, tossing it towards the sink and then started to down the contents. When he stopped for air, Beth could see that he had consumed half the bottle already.
    No wonder his breath had smelled so rotten , she thought.
    The man drank the rest of the bottle and then started to make his way back to where she was lying. He was a lot less steady on his feet and one of his legs buckled as he drew nearer and suddenly he was on the floor next to her. The bottle in his hand snapped at the neck as he collided with the ground. His eyes looked angry as if he thought she was to blame.
    ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard,’ he bellowed at her, the whisky clinging to his breath. ‘I’m going to fuck you like the fucking bitch you are.’
    She didn’t react. She continued to lie on her side, looking up at him, but in her mind she was in a field of corn, running around with her beautiful daughter. Still holding the shard of glass, the man turned Beth around until she was laid on her back in front of him. He pushed her legs apart and shuffled into the gap on his knees.
    ‘I bet you like getting fucked hard, don’t you?’ he sneered.
    She didn’t answer. She knew what was going to happen next and the thought that if she complied, Lauren would be safe, kept her mouth closed and her actions compliant.
    A sharp pain at her neck brought her mind back into the room. He had placed the shard of glass against her throat and in his drunken state had inadvertently cut into her skin. This seemed to give him some amusement and he started to draw criss-cross patterns on Beth’s exposed throat, his eyes widening each time new blood was drawn. When he grew bored of this, he began to draw similar patterns on her arms, but then stopped all of a sudden. She had remained quiet throughout the ordeal but now his sudden silence had her worried.
    The man released one of her pinned arms and she felt him literally tear her knickers away before crudely poking his fingers into the exposed area.
    ‘You’re going to enjoy this!’ he declared, as she heard the zip unfasten once more.
    Beth yelped as she felt him enter her. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain and hurt of what he was doing. She could feel his body crushing hers against the floor, could smell his warm, stale breath on the nape of her neck.
    The assault lasted no more than five minutes but to Beth, it felt like a lifetime. Her body was limp as he clambered from her. He looked down at the contorted mess of blood and bruises on the floor, but didn’t say another word as he turned his back and left.
     

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    Beth finally willed herself to move half an hour later. At first she had been scared that he might return and kill her, but after she had heard her front door slam, there had been no further noise. She felt light-headed: a combination of the shock of the assault and the blood loss. She felt unsteady as she moved to the bathroom to examine the damage. The right side of her face was heavily swollen and her neck was littered with dark red scratches and congealed blood.
    She very carefully pulled the nightie over her head and allowed it to fall to the floor. She examined each of the yellowing bruises across her chest and down her side. Her whole body ached and the further slashes down her arms were painful. She turned the bath taps on and waited for the tub to fill nearly to the top. She then carefully climbed in, flinching as the warm water made contact with her cuts. She sat back and remained still for several minutes while she tried to blot the ordeal from her mind.
    Then very slowly, she lifted each leg into the air, and allowed her back to slide down until her head was beneath the surface of the water. She ignored the sting of the water on her neck wounds. Her feet were now