"This is happening! Do you really think there is anything a pathetic little c*** like you can do to stop it?" Stuart laughed at her.
                              
Alice ginergly wiped the blood off her slip lip and like in all the movies, spat some of the blood out at him. "I'm not just gonig to let you beat me and rape me. They may sit by in silence and let it happen, but I never will. You're a pathetic, weak, disgusting excuse for a male, having to take by force because no one is willing to give it to you." she spat the insults out at him. It was probably a terrible idea to rile him up further, but after her little speech to Mr. Vega this morning, she realized that every word was true. And a part of her whispered that if she pissed him off enough he might accidentally kill her instead. At least then this would be over. Alice wasn't suicidal by nature, she wanted to live, but the tiniest part of her recognized that it'd be a merciful release.
                              
Stuart roared at her and charged forward, hands extended like her intended to throttle her around hte neck. Ridiculously an image of Homer and Bart flashed through her mind, but she tried to side step his advance. He managed to snag one of her wrists though and slammed her back against hte wall. Their family pictures rattled at the impact, and Alice had to try and suck in her breath again, a blooming ache in her back letting her know it would hurt worse tomorrow. Whil she was trying to catch her breath, he grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her forward, slamming a knee to her stomach. She gagged and retched, breath an acid burn as her stomach felt the sudden need to empty itself onto the hard wood floors. Stuart didn't give her the chance to stand up from her doubled over position when he grabbed her hair again and pulled her over to the stairs. Alice shot her leg out, connecting into the side of his knee so that he grunted and stumbled. But he didn't just let go of her like last time. This time he shoved her back so she went sprawling down the stairs. With a solid thwack, her head met the bottom step and everything went black.
                              
She wasn't sure how much later it was when she opened her eyes, but it was pitch black in the basement. Her head was a massive throb of agony, and she ginerly touched her scalp to feel dried blood clotted in her hair and an impressive goose egg bulging from her skull. She didn't need a mirror to know how bad the rest of her would look. The painful tearing down below and sticky mess on her let her know that once again, Stuart had gotten what he wanted. It made her feel nauseated and dirty and she carefully got herself into a sitting position. He'd dumped her on her bed, naked and messy from his use, and her entire body put up a fight to not be moving just yet. But now that she was awake, she simply could not stand to go without a shower. Pulling a housecoat around her battered body, she quietly made her way upstairs and locked herself into the bathroom. Once she got the shower started, she stepped inside and collapsed down to sit with her knees pulled up into her chest so she could sob with the water pounding on her back. She could only cry so long though, before her mind went empty of all emotion and she pulled herself back to her feet. Then it was the familiar routine of scrubbing her skin so hard it occasionally drew blood and she tried to wash the feel of him off of her. At least she'd been unconscious this time, there'd be no memories of it to haunt her nightmares.
                              
She wiped the steam off of the mirror and stared at her battered face in numb contemplation. Her lip had torn open, scabbed but the hot shower had opened it up again. It stung and she could feel a matching scab inside her mouth where cheek had scraped against teeth. Probably from when he'd slapped her. Her back was a tye dye collection of bruises and there were some interesting ones down her arms and legs. She was so tender down below that it hurt to sit and there was still some wounds oozing blood. Her face was purpled and a neat shiner was starting to develop. It looked like she'd been beaten and she wondered briefly how the Walter's were going to explain this evidence away. She used to hope that eventually someone would realize what was happening to her, but always they bought whatever 온라인카지노게임 the handsome Mr. Walter told and the charming Stuart corroborated.