Chapter 1 Prologue

It was one of the coldest nights in New York. The streets were dark because of lack of electricity. It had been raining cats and dogs for the last three days. Cara had just finished her work in the restaurant and was going home. In her hurry to reach the place she had forgotten her sweater at home which was adding suffering to her already worn out self.

It was twelve in the night by the time she stepped out of her work place because her friend Elena was on leave. Cara was tired and exhausted because she had to do both the shifts. Her feet were aching, merely able to accept her command to walk. All she wanted was to reach her home and feel the comfort of her bed.

From a distance she could see four men drunk and having drugs near the alley. It was the road which usually takes her home ten minutes early and is always busy during the day. Cara seldom took night shifts. But tonight she couldn't avoid it because one of her colleagues resigned and the other was on leave.

Cara carefully walked through the adjacent lane trying her best not to invoke the men's attention. She clutched her hand bag to her chest and walked as fast as her legs could carry in her sneakers.

Unfortunately, fate was not on her side. One of the drunk men had already seen her. He wet his lips with a lecher taking a shot from the syringe and signaled his friends to follow him.

The heartbeat of Cara skyrocketed. She increased her pace but the men were faster. They closely followed her.

Cara desperately looked around for help but there was nobody. It seems like destiny had turned down her appeals. The streets were deserted because of excessive rains with not a single human.

Her heart beat began to reach her ears. Tonight she was going to sacrifice her virginity, her only possession that she saved for the man of her dreams, her husband.

When the men were about to reach her, Cara closed her eyes, sent a silent prayer to God and made a loudest squeal she could ever muster in her life. "Is anyone around? Please help." But Alas! Her haplessness was doing a victorious dance before her like the Jephthah. There was nobody who replied to her.

The slayer with rotten teeth stood before her like Satan, eyeing her top to toe. His eyes moved on her fragile body in lasciviousness, stopping on every curve and shape. He had a perilous smile on his brims as he said the incorrigible words, "you see there is no Christ here to come and save you."

He was about to reach her face and smooch her but Cara was on time to tilt her head and avoid his sickening kiss. She was captured between the wall and him with his arms on either side of her head. Cara trembled with inexhaustible detest and unconstrained fear at the same time. A mellowed faint went out of her.

His rough hand reached her plump pink lips and brushed them with the pad of his thumb. "These moist, meaty lips...." He pressed both the corners of her lower brims making them to a ball. "I want to have them right now...explore what is inside....so tremulous and warm..." He took a staggered breath with outpouring lust staring down at them.

The smell of alcohol accompanied with cigarettes was causing a nauseating feeling in her empty stomach. "Please let go." Cara requested him. But the man turned a deaf ear to her pleas and hinted his friends to come forward and have a feast of the young girl.

Cara closed her eyes in terror and with the last ounce of energy left in her, she lifted her knee and kicked the pig in the place the sun doesn't shine. It was her only hope and her legs took over like a rocket expelled into the sky.

But her success triumphed not for long. The man got up from the ground and soon raced behind to reach her. "You little piece of flesh, how dare you counter me?" He once again cornered her at the end of the alley. Cara looked to her left and right helplessly but not a single soul was around to rescue her. "Help!" She screamed with all her energy as her last resort when his hand was about to reach the collar of her shirt.

Seconds passed but the reprobate's hand never reached her. In her fright Cara opened a single eye and was speechless - a strong arm with bulging muscles covered in a coat was stopping the hand of the philanderer from reaching her.