Frederick's heart nearly stopped beating when he saw a small girl being kicked by the male beast. Nearly stopped because at that moment he felt his own girl, referring to her as his just because he had no idea what else to call her, grab his arm and pull him. The girl had a good bit of strength and with his own fear really kicking in they made it to the door in no time.<br/><br/>The naked man turned around. His body made strong by laboring in the fields to support his family was tense, pulled so tight it looked like he might break at any time. "Come!" He finally yelled as he looked back to the creatures and the other souls. He was not a hero, he had no idea where his voice had came from to be able to yell at to them.<br/><br/>Suddenly his woman, probably in a rush of fear just like he was experiencing, pushed the door shut. If he thought about it he would have thought her right. It was best to save their selves and leave the others. They weren't running, maybe they were also stricken with fear but... well two survivors of that piece of hell wasn't too bad, now was it?<br/><br/>If he would have thought about it... but he did not. When that door shut and his sight was taken away by complete darkness his mind flickered back to just one of the reasons he thought he was in hell.<br/><br/><br/>**Flashback**<br/><br/>Frederick held his hand over the tavern girl's mouth. Smelling of ale and some unmentionable things, outside on the muddy side way outside the tavern, he had the young girl pressed up against the wall. His cock buried deep inside her tight body, her tits bouncing with the effort the drunk man was putting into taking her. Her hands were clawing at his, going to beat at his chest, try scratching her face but none of that stopped the man. He rammed into her time and time again, over and over until... until the girl stopped moving. It was that moment his cock twitched, heat pooling inside of his body as he emptied his seed into the girl.<br/><br/>Backing off quickly he stumbled back, thick cock slipping out of her and getting hit by the chill of the night air. "Get up, woman." His voice was no more of a slur as he stumbled about a bit, trying to do up his pants. The seconds ticked by and he looked over to the girl.<br/><br/>She was a lovely thing, long blond hair, a thin waist, and tits that were the talk of the town. When the drunk man grabbed her chin and tilted her eyes up to meet his he knew he'd be hung if they found out. He'd be hung to find out that slowly widening cunt was... the beautiful girl was dead.<br/><br/>The man swore, stumbling back and landing on the ground. The chill of the mud felt like a thousand needles in his skin, the sky looking like a thousand judging eyes. His addled mind racing, afraid of death by the hangman's noose. Those worried glossy eyes looked over to the girl, her legs spread, head fallen to the side...<br/><br/>That was it. Frederick pushed himself up from the ground. He slipped a couple times but nothing kept him from running the entire way home. The time passed in a blink of an eye and far too soon he was standing beside his house, emptying the contents of his stomach in a rather loud fashion. His body shook and tears started to flow down the man's stubbled cheeks.<br/><br/>"Frederick?" A sweet voice as from the doorway. A lovely little redheaded woman. Very small but she managed to bare him children. It took away from her health but she never did complain. Very calmly the woman walked over to him, laying her soft tiny hands on his arm. No matter what he did she still took him back. She still loved him, never questioned him. She always greeted him with a kiss and smile and even after what he had just done the woman showed no hesitation. He leaned up and kissed his dirty cheek before speaking. "Come my husband, come inside."<br/><br/>**End Flashback**<br/><br/>His chest was tight, eyes warm as he turned to maybe find his way through the darkness with this new girl. At that moment Frederick knew he deserved it. He knew he deserved to be in hell.