Prologue

Katy takes in a deep breath and tugs on the tiny booty shorts he'd given her.

Richard Dixon, her husband of three years, has just ordered her to bring in the drinks for him and his poker buddies. Every Saturday night without fail, Richard would invite his lecherous, vile, disgusting friends around to get drunk and play poker. This time though, Richard's dragged Katy and them to his cabin in the woods for a 'holiday'.

Katy despises Richard's friends more so than she despises Richard himself. They'd always try to find some way to touch her or squeeze her flesh-all to which Richard remains blind. She can only thank God that none have taken it a step further than the odd nip or grope. It's bad enough having to bed her horrid husband-never mind his friends.

Walking in with several beer bottles in hand, Katy places them down on the table and bows her head, waiting to be dismissed.

Although Richard and his friends are good looking, there's a dark ugly side in them that diminishes all beauty.

A hand pinches the taught skin just below her ass as another hand slaps her right ass cheek hard. She bites the inside of her cheek and trying to remain passive to it all yet she feels too exposed to their leery gaze with her tiny booty shorts and a tight, mid-riff baring tank top.

"Where are the snacks?" Asks Richard wrapping a hand around her wrist and twisting painfully.

Katy yelps, twisting along with her wrist to ease some of the discomfort.

"I couldn't carry it all, I'm sorry. I'll bring it out now," she mumbles, rubbing her sore throbbing wrist as Richard lets go.

At least he hasn't sprained it.

She glances down at the black bruises on her thighs and the red ones along her arms. As much as Richard bruises her, it's never permanent. She can only believe it's because in his twisted mind, he wants her looking flawless and perfect, but at the same time wants to destroy that perfection. It's probably one of the reasons he'd chosen her. Maybe seeing the poor, lower class girl looking so beautiful and happy stirred something in him to break her. And of course, Richard has the means to make that happen.

"What are you waiting for then?! Go get it. The guys are hungry," he sneers with a hard smack to Katy's thigh.

A scorching handprint is left on her bruised thigh, but she takes the pain in silence, knowing it would be a far worse fate for her to cry out.

"I can already see something I'd like to eat," smirks one of the poker buddies and instantly a round of laughter rises up as Katy just shudders.

She quickly turns to leave but suddenly, Richard's arm snakes around her hips and drags her closer to him. He forces her onto his lap and trails his fingers up the insides of her thighs.

"Do you boys find my wife attractive?" He asks around.

Katy can see the lustful glint in each and every one of the four guys' eyes and feels shudders of disgust go through her. Flesh. That's all she is to them. Warm, supple flesh that no-one cares about.

"She's a bit of a slut," whispers Richard, pulling his chair back and taking Katy along with him.

One of his hands cups Katy's groin and the other kneads her breast. Waves and waves of disgust and shame flows through her body seeing all the men watch her as her husband touches her in ways she doesn't ever want him to.

"And the only way to set a slut straight is to give her more cóck than she can handle."

He carries on, grinning as his hand tears her tank top straight down the middle. A shocked gasp escapes Katy's lips and she struggles in Richard's arms. With one push, he sends her down onto the ground as laughter bubbles from around her.

She scrambles up on her hands and knees, fighting back tears when a hand grips her loose pony-tail and tugs hard. Forced to look up, she sees four men crowd around her tugging at their shirts and trousers as her husband grips her shoulders and forces her onto her knees.

"You're going to give them exactly what they want and you're going to take whatever they give you." Richard growls in her ear, pulling back on her hair before letting go and letting her fall again.

Katy feels the futile tears slip down her face. She can't do this. Not this...It's too much.

"...W-Wait. Richard! Richard, please...may I use the bathroom quickly before then. I'm desperate, please." She begs, deciding she needs to escape before the men use and abuse her body.

It's bad enough having her own supposed husband doing that, but no way is she going to let four men gang-bang her.

Richard glances down at his kneeling, pathetic wife then up to his friends.

"Hurry up!" He snaps with an apologetic smile at the boys. Normally he'd say no, but the boys want her for the whole night and having her piss herself would just ruin everything.

Katy thanks Richard and races up the basement stairs. She rushes to the front door and quietly rattles the bolts, but the door is locked and Richard always keeps the key with him. Katy panics looking around for a spare key and even tries to use a bobby pin to unlock the door, but it's no use. It just won't unlock.

"Katherine! Hurry the fuck up, bitch!"

Katy tries calming down her breathing and looks around once again.

"That's it! I'm coming up...Stupid whore. Can't even..." Mumblings accompany the creaking of basement stairs reach her ears and in desperation she runs into the living room.

"Shit! Where the fuck are you, bitch?" cries Richard as he realizes she's not in the bathroom.

Left with no other choice Katy dives into the small open window and wriggles with all her might. Her breasts painfully squeeze out before she manages to slide the rest of herself into freedom. Her breasts have always been her biggest downfall, being far too big for her otherwise slender body causing them to appear fake.

Just as she lands (or rather face plants) into the forest floor outside, she sees Richard coming into the living room and spotting her. His face contorts into an expression of disbelief before one of rage and anger. His pale skin flushes a dark red and beady eyes pop in disbelief. He's shouting for his friends as she darts away into the woods.

Just as she's escaping down the trail, she hears the front door rattle open with angry curses and shouts building up. Heart racing and adrenaline pumping through her veins, Katy races into the woods.

Heavy footsteps pound at her eardrums yet she keeps running.

She can hear the furious shouts of her name and various other unpleasant ones, but she keeps going into the dark depths of the forest.

Escape, freedom and peace are her only focus.

With her feet tiring and heart seeming to be bursting from the lack of oxygen, she suddenly trips. The momentum projects her forward and as gravity intervenes, she's rolling down a small hill. Biting back the scream building up in her throat, she lands in a small ditch from where she observes Richard standing atop of the same hill she's just stumbled down.

"Where'd the bitch go?" pants one of Richard's friends.

"I don't know! I don't see her either!" Richard snaps back, scanning the area.

"She must have come this way, the footsteps stop around here." Another friend pipes up.

"She's not in the trees." Says another one, jumping down from the oak he had just climbed.

Richard shouts out loud in rage before kicking away the dirt and forest leaves on the floor.

"I swear to God, when I find that bitch, she is so dead! How dare she run away from me! I own her. I own her! She's mine!" bellows Richard, getting angrier by the minute.

Katy just tries quietening her breathing while rivers of tears run down her red cheeks. Perhaps if she returns now Richard will take it easy on her...No wait, who is she kidding? He'd beat the shit out of her then let his friends rape her. She can't go back. She won't!

Minutes pass before Richard decides it was useless.

"Don't worry Rick. She'll come crawling back to the house anyway. There's no way she'll be able to survive in the woods alone." Comforts one of his friends.

A smirk spreads across Richard's face as he realises the truth in those words.

"Yeah. You're right. No way a spoilt whore like her can last out here. We'll just wait for the slut to come crawling back."

And with that the men stride back to the cabin in high spirits.

Katy watches the men return and as soon as they've left her sight she lets out a sigh of relief. Waiting a good ten minutes before crawling out, Katy glances around the quickly darkening woodlands and feels her heart thump louder again. With the sun setting and darkness falling, how the heck is she meant to survive the night in the woods? And to make matters worse these aren't the type of woodlands where there are hiking routes, with friendly rangers dotted about for assistance.

No, this is pure, untouched, dangerous woodland with God-knows-what kinds of creatures living in it. But, even though all that sounds terrifying, Katy knows the monstrous creatures in the cabin are far worse. So, deciding not to waste anymore precious sunlight she starts wandering into the woods following the fading rays of sunlight. Going west would mean going in the totally opposite direction of the cabin and she'll have to put as much distance as she can between her and Richard before morning comes.

She walks briskly for miles; her shins, knees and arms all adorning with dirt and bruises from her many falls. It's not that she's a clumsy person, but she's tired. Her muscles are burning from pain, her throat dry from dehydration and brain foggy from exhaustion yet she knows she has to carry on.

As the last rays of sunshine disappear behind the tall oaks and mahogany trees, she's sure she's hallucinating hearing noises different to that of the woodlands. Halting her steps she waits, listening to the sounds of quiet murmuring far ahead and the soft sound of tyre on gravel. Drawing in the last ounces of energy she has she jogs as fast as her legs allow her in the direction of the noises.

As the trees become sparse and artificial glows of electrical devices can be seen, hope blossoms deep in Katy's chest. She breaks through the woodland and stumbles on the rocky gravel. Blinking back some exhaustion she glances around noticing the small path of lights that lead from a path in the woods to the vast empty space. Directly in front of her is a huge wooden mansion with its tall glass windows lit up, but view blocked by thick drapes. Around this mansion are cars parked neatly in the allotted rectangles along the gravel.

Before she can process all of this information, exhaustion clouds her mind as the adrenaline washes away.

Stumbling to the large wooden door she slumps at the base and tries catching some of her breath.

An owl hoots far in the woods snapping Katy out of her dazed reverie.

Shaky knuckles knock lightly on the door. As it's pulled open, bright light attacks her eyes. Blinking quickly, Katy adjusts to it before glancing up to the thick set man looming over her.

"Can I help you, Miss?" The deep voice of the man is lost in the fogginess of Katy's mind.

A whimper escapes her lips before she gives into the cruel night's events and collapses on the doorstep.