the_baht Rhin The rough underbrush scratches at my bare legs, as I scramble around on my hands and knees. Hardly a desired activity at the late hour...a private and intimate gathering, with friends, had beckoned me tonight. I look up the hill, into the second floor window, of the house. My eyes focus on Adrien, the center of attention, admist the circle of friends, yet unaware of my absence. In the rain darkened evening, my silky dress is clinging to my body, and dirt is beginning to collect under my manicured fingernails. The rain is mixing, with the tears, that have been streaming down my face. I again cast a glance towards the house, to catch a glimpse of Adrien, my eyes narrowing at the sight of him. I wonder if anyone realizes, that his sport jacket, is damp & disheveled. Will anyone recognize the scratch marks he left on my neck, or the ones that I left on his arms? He didn't have to tell me, that he is used to getting what he wants, as a person could see it in his eyes, upon meeting him for the first time. Tonight, I gave up control to him, and lost all self-respect, for myself, at the same time. I told him, that although, he was taking me, it was against my will, and that he was only controlling my body - not my mind, not my heart, and not my soul. I saw the flash of anger, flicker across his face, as I told him this. The realization had dawned on him, that I really didn't want him, and that I was in fact mocking him. That is the moment I felt his hand on my throat, as he swiftly grasped my cherished baht necklace, and threw it aside. Then he turned back to me, and slapped me - a violent blow across my face, right before he ejaculated inside of me. I feel as dirty mentally, as I do physically. I want to leave from here, to go to the safety of my home, but I must find the baht. I can't find it - I can't find my baht...It's the only thing I have left of her. Adrien knew it was my one weakness, which is what gave him, that self-satisfied smile, upon seeing the expression of horror, light up my face, right before he...he...he... One last glance up towards the house, and I decide that he will regret this, but first, I have to find my baht. 001216 what's it to you? who go blather from