The once lovely lavender and white dress had been a prized possession, but in two short days, all the careful care she had given the wool and cotton garment were for nothing as it was finally irrevocably destroyed, along with the simple cotton underwear she had been wearing underneath.  She looked down at it for a moment, willing this to all end but somehow seeing her dress on the floor about her tiny feet only confirmed it.  Then she felt the grasp on her neck and her head jerked up instinctively.  She stood there trembling as she listened to the demoness's voice her breathing coming in the ragged uneven rhythm of one who has, for the moment, spent their tears.  The jerking convulsions of her chest doing little to disturb her perky bosom, though those milky white breasts stood out in youthful defiance to gravity, the almost undetectable jiggle of their edges and the puffiness of the pointed rosy pink nipple that pointed more up than down promised they would be very soft to the touch.<br/><br/>The girl seemed to give up for a moment, her silver-gold tresses falling forward as she hangs her head and her body relaxes into the arms of her captor.  Hearing those words repeat in her head... she wondered how this could be anything more than rape and murder?  She was so close!  She just had this one life left to live in service to the church and she would be with the angles!  Why this?  Why now?<br/><br/>"Please," she squeaked more timidly.  "Please, just let me go... I will tell no one...  I just want to go home..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>