Silent obscenities slipped from her pale pink lips as if they were unspoken prayers tosome deity. Every movement of her lips caused bursts of steam to escape her mouth, warmingthe frigid nights air around them. Stars shined luminously above, giving the night a celestialquality in its beauty, but to her the night seemed infinitely unending. Grass was soft beneath her deft fingers as she easily yanked strands from the damp ground, she would then repeat the process. Heavy tears welled inside her eyes, making it unbearably hard to blink them awaywithout notice. A shooting star streaked across the sky like a speeding bullet, and she wished thatshe could be where the star was destined to land. But there was no hope for her, she was stuck inthe empty field, with the moon glowing brightly in the night sky. Pain coursed through her body but she remained still, too afraid of the consequences.A realization suddenly struck her, could this somehow be her fault? What was happeningnow to her in this field, did she deserve it? Was this a punishment?Pushing that thought to the back of her mind was harder than she imagined but she triedvaliantly. Even though she was at least a half mile away from the main house, the sound of themusic wafted in waves to reach her ears. All she could do was pray for someone, anyone, to walk out there and find them in the middle of the detestable act.Maybe if someone found them, before something unimaginable happened, maybe shecould be saved from his haunting grasp. Blood gushed from lip at the pressure she put it under,as she bit on her lip a little more heavily, a whimper escaped her pale pink lips. The grass wasgone from beneath her fingers, instead giving way to damp black dirt. Palms black with dirt, she bunched her hands in the damp earth as her back arched violently in angry pain.