Little Amy was walking one night, about a mile away from home. A car pulled up, the driver inside, a man she’d always known. He offered a ride, she hopped inside, glad to be out of the cold. But on that night, the driver inside, was not the man she’d known.
What a beautiful girl little Amy was, her smile lit up the night. In thirteen years, living her life, sweet Amy had lived it right. She worked so hard, no matter the task, at anything she tried. Her mother and father, spoke of her often, always with well deserved pride.
As the driver inside, sped down the road, Amy displayed no concern. They came to her street, he slightly slowed, then sped up and passed the turn. “Where are you going?�, Amy asked softly, nothing was said in return. Instead his hand, covered her mouth, the scream was never heard.
They rode for an hour, a lifetime of terror, little Amy cried uselessly. In her mind his intentions, the worst she could vision, was all this child could see. Her eyes grew wider, with each thought of horror, as the driver began to slow. With all her strength, she begged and pleaded, “please, God please, let me go.�
His action came swiftly, and she fell to darkness, with the blow of a vicious right hand. The driver inside, this bastard, this demon, would continue his hellish plan. In a moment of hope, little Amy awoke, and thought her nightmare a dream. Then reality broke, with the feel of a knife, and the sound of a nearby stream.
As she opened her eyes, the darkness remained, not a single star shined bright. The horror returned, her bloody face burned, hell on earth, was her gift tonight. Begging and pleading, broken and bleeding, little Amy was brutally beat. The clothes she wore, now her chains, binding her hands and feet.
The knife she had spied, clutched her throat as he shouted in her ear. “ Scream all you like, I love it so, and no ones gonna hear.� With that said, he opened his mouth, and licked the blood on her face. Slid his hands down. Grabbed her thighs, and slithered into place.
For an eternal hour, she felt his power, with each cowardly, lustful, thrust. A thousand tears shed, for each dream he shattered, as he spat in the face of trust. Over and over, he’d shout his filth, so proud, of the conquest he made. The rage of lust, stole her body, and the heavens watched innocence fade.
As he stood to his feet, their eyes met, her’s bloody, his black with hate. He snatched his knife, and, with a thrust to her heart, little Amy met her fate. HE stood for awhile, went to the stream, and washed her blood away. Of this nights events he’d never speak, then he turned and walked a way.
Driving home that night, he saw a young girl, stopped, and offered a ride. “Gladly�, she said, as she sat on the seat, “thanks daddy, it’s cold tonight.� “What are you doing, out in this cold?� he questioned, as he continued to drive. “ I’m waiting for Amy, She’s my best friend, but she never showed up tonight.�
On a cold, dreamy night, laid out in a field, a lifeless body resides. The moon stayed hidden, the stars wouldn’t shine, to light the tragic sight. Beautiful Amy, could no longer smile, her life had been denied. Love lost her spark, and the world lost her hope, the night little Amy died.

I read this to be an extremely powerful piece. I don't think that my heart beat or a breath was taken until I had finished reading.... great work.
Suzette

I almost felt guilty reading this. The powerful and, sadly, realistic aspect of this story had me staring in revulsion at the screen and my skin crawling. It's a terrible world we live in that these are no longer just horror stories to tell to children to keep them away from strangers.

~Best Wishes~
Megan