Elizabeth's Choice

Elizabeth sat in a room full of people but still felt alone. The smoke lingered through the house, almost like a dense fog. Alcohol and pursuasion on the tip of her dear Daniel's tongue. Elizabeth pleaded with Daniel to stop, he continued his almost forceable encroachments. Daniel suddenly bound and gagged Elizabeth to stifle her wretched screams for help. Elizabeth's face was streaming with tears that soaked into the white bandanna that stifled her cries of helplessness. Daniel seemed unphased by her cries, he was drunk. The kind, loving boy she knew to be Daniel was gone, afterwards Daniel unbound her rope burnt hands and simply said, "unitie your self whore". But before she could free could, Daniel was standing over her slamming his fists into her face and head until she lost conciousness. When Elizabeth awoke, the cold dark silence of the house had wrapped it's beckoning arms around Elizabeth's exposed flesh, she gathered what clothes she could find with her head pounding and her face covered in what she suspected was dried blood, Elizabeth curled in the fetal position could do nothing but cry. She felt so dirty, so unclean, she was disgusted with herself, she hated herself almost immediatly. Elizabeth was in disbelief that someone so dear to her could hurt her so deeply.
She had believed it was her fault that Daniel had raped her maybe if she had just given in to him it wouldn't of ended so violently brutal.
Elizabeth's life had gone from near perfect to a spiraling road of self destruction and deep depression that manifested itself to almost unbearable points.
At this point Elizabeth's life seemed hopeless, she was so desperately to find anythin to stop the pain. Elizabeth turned her life to the false security of drugs, her closest friend was the needle and the substance within. Elizabeth had stumbled into Satan's playground, she had turned her back on God.
Prostitution, sex, and drugs were the highlight of Elizabeth's now sick, pathetic, waste of a life. After years of this life drugs and anonymous sex partners had taken it's toll on her mind, body, and soul Elizabeth knew the end was near, after praying for death for so long, it finally came.
Elizabeth layed in a hotel room watching rats scurry across the floor, she slowly injected herself over and over again death had its cold dark claws perched over Elizabeth's life. The pain Elizabeth felt was as if she were burning alive, her feet burned with such intensity as her soul fell into the deepest pits of hell, and her final fear was realized, Satan laughing spread his black wings. With the smell of brimstone and scortched flesh in the sulfiric air and she heard the voice of Loucifer himself calling to her "welcome to my playground Elizabeth." She had fallen into the deepest wretchid pits of hell.