A Walk Through The Forest [Mature/Private]

[Triggering Words - Sexual, Abuse, Mature content]

The early fall leaves had already begun to fall, their colors vibrant even in the fading afternoon light. Leaves of every size and color were swept into giant piles by the wind, brushing against the trees as the wind flicked them around. A flicker of dark red could be seen through the trees every once in a while, and from a distance one could easily believe it was just leaves. It was in fact a cape made of soft materials, a mixture of silk and velvet. It billowed behind a thin willowy female figure. It was clasped by a small jewel at the center of her throat, and behind a thick wave of dark red hair was a hood. It was of no use to her at the moment, for the wind kept pushing it back and exposing her long wavy locks. While the cape was enough to catch the wandering eye of any, it was the full busty figure of the girl that drew unwanted attention.

Despite her thick hips, ample breasts, bright blue eyes, and thick beautiful hair she was shy. Most of the jeering looks and calls she got from men made her blush and turn the other way, and some made her angry enough for words to spill from her perfect red lips. They enjoyed it of course, always enjoying when a woman would hiss back obscenities just as they would. Today she had chosen an outfit that would be thin enough to escape the day's heat and (while it was a disappointment) it pressed rather tightly to her skin. It was a dress her mother had made, and while she refused to believe it was to tight, it was in fact just a bit tighter around her bosom then what she remembered. The black dress came to her mid thigh (another warning sign that it was beginning to grow to tight and short), and exposed her shapely legs and thick thighs. The whole reason for the stroll through the forest was to go to her grandmother's house, which was quite a walk but one she enjoyed. It got her out of town and more importantly away from the struggling life she had come endure over time. Abusive mother and father, she found it almost unbearable to be in the house. At the moment her dress covered the bruises left behind by her father, but it barely covered the abuse her mother had given her. Burn scars were high up her inner thigh, and if one were to see her naked they would notice burn scars near her nipples and up her back.

It was not the worse abuse she had received and while it had escalated to sexual abuse from her mother, it was growing more pleasing to her father to do the same. The only escape was to get away from the house, to walk away from it all even if it were for a few hours. She could of course taken her car and driven to her grandmothers, but she found it more peaceful to walk. It was easier for her to clear her mind, and less anxiety would build up on the way. Clasped in her right hand was a basket, one that held home baked goods. She made them for her grandmother every time she would visit, it was a tradition at this point. No one knew she was going to visit her grandmother, and part of her hope that her father and mother were tearing through the house looking for her. She hated that they needed to keep her a prisoner, and her only time to escape was when they were passed out. She could almost hear them calling out her name. "Scarlet....come out. She winced slightly at the thought of her name slipping past her father's lips. She had been nicknamed Little Red even since she was a toddler, a favorite from her grandfather. She let out a sigh, trying not to dwell on old times and focused on the leaf covered path ahead. "Only a bit farther." She mused to herself.

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