<span style="font-style: italic"> Rick felt the power in Eric's hand and that made him put as much pressure into his hand as he could musterd. His strength wasn't a match to Eric's but he left the man know that he wasn't completely imtimidated by him. After the man released his hand he gave a nod of his head and waited for Eric to leave before turning the full weight of his gaze to Helen.<br/><br/>"See you like to play like a dirty whore while Iam gone. Was it fun for you?"<br/><br/>He was spitting fire at her, the full weight of his jealousy and rage coming out at her. His hand knotted further into her hair dragging her up by it. He wasn't going to standby any longer while his wife played as a harlot. He didn't loosen his grip as he drug her through the crowd and out the front entrance of the bar. His friends were already waiting by the car for them. Once near the car he threw Helen against the side of it.<br/><br/>"I married a common whore boys. Help me teach her a lesson, what can happen to drity little whores."<br/><br/>His voice was stark anger as his two friends held her arms actoss the car. When she started to scream he slapped her across her face shutting her up for a moment, though before she could scream again he clamped his hand down over her mouth. His body pressed into her while his free hand sqeezed down on her breast, ensuring that she would brusied from the force that he was using, he twisted it to the side til he heard the whimper of pain that came from her.<br/><br/>"Wonder if daddy knows his daughter is a bar slut"</span><br/><br/>Helen watched as Eric left, a smile to her lips but there was tension in her body. When Rick pulled her up by her hair she tried to push him off her, which hadn't been the smartest thing to do. Once they were outside her body ran into his trying to get him to release the hold he had on her hair, but in reaction he moved to throw her at the side of the car were his friends grabbed her hands.<br/><br/>"Stop this Rick! I haven't done anything wrong."<br/><br/>Fear was soreading through her as she struggled against his friends that were holding her but there was no give in either one of them. She did the next best thing which was to scream her head off.<br/><br/>"Help!!!"<br/><br/>The smack she received was just as loud as the sound of her screaming. Her brain seemed to rattle at the lash of that his. She tried to move pass the pain she felt to scream again but there was not a second chane after his hand clamped down over her mouth. Once her mind settled a little more she struggled against the arms holding her, she tried to throw them off balance by making them hold the full weight of her, though that wasn't much. When Rick grabbed her breast and twisted it, her cry of pain was muffled by his hand. Tears streaked down her face but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Her feet kicked out and had sucessfully landed into his upper thigh.<br/><br/>Rick's curse were loud but they were over come by the backhand that took Helen across the face once more. She couldvarely hear anything anymore except the high pitch ringing that was in her ears and the thobbing of the pain. She felt motion something at her waist was being yanked at which  made the seams of the fabric dig into her skin and burning hurt this time. She tried to right herself to try and scream but the hand was still there keeping her from calling for help.