:All You'll Ever Need: -- Beach

Jimmy was still holding his crotch and hobbling forward as Mark slide the knife behind his back to hide it from the guy who looked to be a little older than them, but not by much. ”Hey man, you best keep moving. There’s nothing for you to see here.” Mark speaking as Jimmy tried to regain his composure. Desiree could feel her heart racing in her throat, she swore anyone outside could hear it, they had to. Her shoulders ached where Derek was holding her and her jaw was sure to be swollen in a few hours, add in the fact her clothes were torn in places and a total waste Desiree’s night had gone from bad to worse in the most horrible of ways. Where minutes ago she’d been thinking the worse thing possible had occurred, she was now faced with the reality that she could possibly end up raped or worse, killed afterwards for all the murder she could read in the dark haired man above her. Gods she wanted to go home, she’d give anything to go home, to get out of this mess, she’d apologize to her mother, hell she’d even apologize to Stan, she just wanted out of this damn escalade…now!

The threat for her to be still and silent was meet with more squirming and the sound of more tearing fabric as her jeans were starting to be yanked down in a less than gentle way. The fact he’d tried to silence her with another kiss had her revolted and she made sure to leave a mark when she bit him this time, drawing blood in the process. ”Fuck. You cunt!” hands lifting her shoulders and slamming her back into the panels of the Escalade as Derek cursed at her, it was through the cursing that she heard her name called, the voice familiar and with as much strength as she could muster she called back. ”El!” She didn’t get to say more, biting her tongue as another shake was given. ”You will be mine bitch and I don’t care if you cry, it won’t be the first time for me…but it will be for you.” The words held so much malice that Des couldn’t help but let tears fall, she was nearly chocking on the sobs as she fought to keep him off her, determined to get the hell out but making little progress in doing so.

Realizing that Derek was going to take longer to subdue this chick than the others, Jimmy straightened finally and gave the newcomer a dashing smirk. ”Hey man, this show isn’t for free, so either pay up or get out.” Never knowing he’d just offered a show to the very guy who’d probably kill him sooner than watch. Mark on the other hand wasn’t as stupid. Elbow given to Jimmy’s side as he spoke, ”I don’t think he’s here for a show man, so shut your trap.” Turning his attention towards Elden he spoke up, ”Ignore him, he’s an idiot, there’s nothing here for you man so move along or we’ll be forced to make you.” Knife flashed this time as he took a step towards the guy, determined to threaten him then head back to Derek and his chance at the feisty chick they had in back.

”Common man just leave so we can get back to…” Jimmy’s words cut off once again by a jab from Mark as he shook his head taking another step this time blocking the view of the Escalade as he moved the knife from one hand to the other. He didn’t really care to fight the other, but with the promise of nearly fresh tang? He was a willing follower. Des screamed again and her shirt tore in the same second, revealing the simple but laced bra beneath, though one of it’s straps was torn, hanging limp at her side as a hand raised to claw at Derek and push him away, his own moving to push her hips aside, a flimsy article of clothing away from what he’d been wanting ever since she’d shown up in crutches…knowing she was a virgin had made it even easier, but his normal charm hadn’t worked, she’d turned him down at every turn and then she’d finally seemed willing to go to prom only to bolt weeks before the event and his chance of nailing her gone. He planned to rectify that now.