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Patty Williams is a sensitive young girl who never would have dreamed that a simple walk by the beach would lead her into a nightmare world of assault, degradation and violence.
TIED AND TORTURED VIRGIN—the story of a girl who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
“Stop it!” The blonde teenager shrank back, crossing her arms over her bare midriff while her fingers grabbed frantically at her torn halter. Strands of hair fell over her face as she slowly backed away from the approaching men.
“Come on, baby, come on,” the tallest one said, his lips twisted into a crooked smile. There were at least four of them—big, dirty, obscene, approaching her there on Venice Beach. It was well after sunset, a time Patty Williams knew she shouldn’t have been in that neighborhood. There had been so many assaults on both men and women in the past two months. Police seemed unable to control it. But the sunset had promised to be so beautiful. And her friends were such a drag, wanting to get home. Surely nothing would happen in an hour.
“Get away or I’ll call the police,” she stammered. Desperately she looked around. She was too close to the surf line to be heard some six hundred yards away by residents of Ocean Front Walk. No one could see her at this low end of the beach, and the usual joggers were nowhere to be found.
“Sure you will,” a second gang member said, moving around the first. He was the tallest—thin, blond with the beginnings of a beer belly. They all looked as if they’d just escaped from prison.
“Yeah, all the cops gonna come runnin’,” a third man said. He was the ugliest, a living skeleton. His head was shaved and glossy. He stared at her with those pale eyes and high cheekbones, features making him look like a living skull. He smiled, and Patty shrank back farther from his thin lips and discolored teeth.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.