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(working title only) Killing Your Own (added 02 Mar 2015 @ 5:51p.m. CST)

As the darkness surrounded me, I tried thinking of every little thing I knew about Stern Justice and what I could have possibly done to draw his attention to me, so much so that I had became his prey. All I really knew was what I had heard and I never paid much attention to the adults and their local, small town gossip. I remembered hearing Daddy saying that Stern was a county judge at one time, but that was long before I had been born. Stories told around town, heard only in bits and pieces, in the background noise of adult conversation to my world of child play, suddenly those snipets were heard pounding within my own head. Fire. Young bride. Blood. Hands. Crazy.

Judge Stern Justice had married the prettiest girl in all the county. Much younger than the judge, his young bride soon grew weary of her life as a wealthy socialite. While the judge was in the next county for a month presiding over a case that could boost his career towards a state appointed position, his pretty young bride took up with a former beau who was still stuck on her and who now saw an opportunity to cash in on some of the judge's wealth by helping himself to whatever little trinkets he managed to slip into his pockets doing his regular visits to the judge's home. Coming home early one day, totally unexpected, Judge Stern caught his beautiful young bride and her beau, naked and entwined completely within each others arms, in the middle of the judge's family canopy bed in which he and many of the other Justice's before him had been born, going at it with such force and passion that neither felt the blows from the fireplace poker that was suddenly in Sterns hands. When Stern finally stopped beating the lovers, he tipped all the oil lamps within the mansion and set it ablaze. Stern Justice was never the same after that. All long before my time...

Suddenly I gasped for a breath of air as Stern released his gripe and dropped me to the ground. A sharp pain like I never felt before was burning from between my legs. It was than that I realized I was naked and we were far from where he had first grabbed me. In fact, I wasn't sure where I was at first since the sun had dropped completely behind the mountains. Daddy had to be home by now and worried where I could be. He probably contacted the sheriff. Surely he called my brothers though it would make no difference or do any good. They weren't going to stop their lives and come back to the mountains unless someone was dead. The night air was cold on my naked flesh and as I wrapped my arms around myself and pulled my legs into a fetal position, I noticed that horrible burning fire between my legs again. I knew then Stern had raped me. The pain in my head and soreness in my arms and legs told me that he wasn't gentle with me at all.