She backed away from Jonathan, a look of horror spread across her face.
“Oh don’t go, Beth we were having such a good time.” Said Jonathan.
“You’re crazy.” Confirmed Beth.
“Oh, I know that. Let’s be crazy together.” With that Jonathan suddenly leaped at Beth, grabbed her hands and sat her on the ground. “Now where were we?” He bent down and kissed her ferociously. She struggled against his hold. He pinioned her arms to the ground. She resisted, he cut. She gasped, he smiled. They continued kissing, Beth crying now as she did this against her will, and Jonathan feirce now as he coerced her into this disgusting act. He knew he could make her do whatever he wanted, with that knife in hand, he had already slit her arm, and she aquiesced.
Little drips of Beth’s blood lined the dressing room, and the fused with her warm tears. Beth sobbed as Jonathan kissed her chin, neck, and bloody left arm.
Bethh knew she had to do something.