3rd Person

"H-hi, Henry."

Y/n said, looking down and fiddling with her skirt. Henry smirked at the girl. He was going to have some fun with her.

He could sense that she felt weak and helpless, and there wasn't anyone to help her anyway. It was the perfect chance.

Henry grabbed the girls wrist, dragging her towards the woods near the barrens. Henry's grip was tight, and there was already a bruise forming.

"W-where are you taking me? Henry? Henry!?"

Y/n grew scared as Henry dragged her farther away from the town. Her mind raced, thinking of what to do. But no plans arised.

She was so lost in thought, she hadn't realised that Henry had stopped by a huge oak tree.

"We're just going to have some fun."

"What!?"

Y/n's eyes widened, as she backed herself against the tree. It was a dumb move, as Henry was now holding her against the tree.

She could feel the bark digging into her, leaving splinters scattered up and down her arms.

"Oh, I thought you'd be used to this by now, slut."

He grabbed the hem of her skirt, and started pulling it down. Y/n had even more tears streaming down her face.

Henry was just starting to fiddle with her shirt when there was the sound of sticks and leaves crunching behind them.

Y/n had two thoughts in her mind.

Either, it was someone coming to save her, or, as she dreaded to think, it was Henry's goons, and she was not safe at all.

Not that she was currently safe at the moment.

As the trees parted, y/n saw who was coming down the slope.

Four boys, three of whom she recognized from school, and one she recognized from a past family friendship.

"I'm telling you, I heard people's voices down here. One of them sounded like Henry."

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief. At this point in time, she was saved.

As the boys came closer into view, she begged that they would see her. Much to her luck, Henry hadn't noticed the four boys. Not yet, at least.

Y/n made eye contact with some of the boys, and they saw the pleading look in her eyes.

They started running over, until they heard Henry.

"What's got you so distracted, bitch?"

He turned around, spotting the boys in the distance. That's when y/n knew she, and the boys, were completely fucked. Henry hated the four boys, and loved tormenting them.

Y/n looked at the boys, mouthing the words: "go. run." but they continued forward. If y/n wasn't currently being held against a tree she would have facepalmed.

They were going to get themselves killed.

Henry dropped y/n, and found his knife. Y/n dreaded to think about what he'd do with it.

"Don't hurt them Henry."

Y/n stood up, grabbing onto Henry's arm.

"Do whatever you want with me. But don't hurt them."

Y/n knew the boys could hear, as they had all stopped in their tracks. One of them was using an inhaler, another giving her a look of pure sadness.

The other two were glaring daggers at Henry.

But with one pleading look from y/n, they turned around, walking away from Henry and y/n.

Henry turned to look at y/n, smirking, lust filling his eyes.

"Okay Henry. Do your worst."