In a fit of rage, Jodie spat in Gary's face and screamed at the top of her lungs, 'go fuck yourself and die you pathetic excuse of a man’.

But Gary's face only lit up with a sinister grin. He grabbed Jodie by the hair and punched her full pelt in the face. Stars danced in front of Jodie's eyes as she tried to regain her focus.

'Oh, I'm going to do better than that, you dirty mouthed little slut,' Gary sneered. 'I'm going to fuck you in your pretty little cunt until “you” die.'

Gary really wanted to hurt Jodie. He spread open her legs and kicked her as hard as he could straight in her cunt. Jodie howled in agony as she begged him to stop but Gary just swung another kick to her groin.

The pain was excruciating and Jodie almost threw up. Cold, terrified, and with broken ribs, Jodie was at the mercy of this vile, sick, twisted individual.

Gary continued to assault her, both physically and mentally. He began to slap her ass, punch her several more times in her face, stick his fingers up her ass, pull on her nipples, and slap her pussy. He forced her to suck his revolting dick, and all the while, he taunted and mocked her.

'You deserve this, you filthy whore,' he would whisper in her ear. 'You deserve every bit of pain and humiliation I'm about to inflict on you.'

Jodie lost track of time as the torture continued. She begged for mercy, but Gary showed none. It was as if he was enjoying every second of her suffering. Jodie felt like she was in a nightmare. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was a good person, she didn't deserve this kind of treatment. But Gary seemed to be getting pleasure out of seeing her suffer.

And even though Jodie was already in excruciating pain, she knew it was about to get worse. She could feel his cold, cruel eyes on her as he took his turn inside of her bruised pussy. She felt violated and disgusted, but she couldn't fight back. She was completely at his mercy. The rain had started to come down harder, soaking their bodies and the muddy ground. Jodie's cries for help were buried beneath the sound of the thunder and rain. She was alone, at the mercy of her cruel captor.

Finally, Gary released his hold on her and unloaded himself in her, filling her warm and violated pussy with his invading member. As he pulled away and stood over her, a rush of guilt washed over him. He started to panic at his own actions, his mind flooded with the realisation of what he had done to this innocent woman.

Jodie lay half-dead and broken, her spirit shattered by the ordeal she had endured. As Gary scrambled to his feet and ran to his van, he couldn't shake the sickening feeling that now consumed him. He knew that he could never make amends for the atrocities he had committed, but he also knew that he couldn't face the consequences of his actions.

As Gary sped away, leaving Jodie behind in the muddy field, he couldn't escape the feeling that he had unleashed something evil within himself that he could never contain. And as the rain continued to fall, washing away the evidence of what had happened there, Jodie was left alone to suffer in silence.

Jodie is broken, She has two options, either get on her feet with her last bit of strength and walk the mile to the city or lay there crying in pity hoping someone comes along to help her.